Saturday, May 22, 2010

Dearest

You've never been my responsibility,
You're so much older than I am, my dear
But now I put you right in danger's way.
Forgive me, darling , I cannot look at you
So beat up, cut up, bruised up as you are...
You're bleeding baby, you can't even stand,
So lay next to me, and sleep at my side
I'll heal you darling, you'll be good in no time.

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