I remember when I held you in my hands
I couldn't stop staring at you
promised I'd be gentle as I can
and I think you promised, too
you'd look like you were sleeping
if your skin wasn't so cold
even though your heart's not beating
it's you I wanna hold
can I cradle you for a little while?
if you don't mind and they don't care
i bet you'd have your mother's smile
i see you have my messy hair
i know I'm too young to be a dad
but I'd have tried my best
it wouldn't have been all that bad
i think you'd be impressed
i don't have all the answers,
i can't tell you why
i never got to say "hello"
and you never said "goodbye"
let's just stay here a little longer
i promise that a little later
i'll be a little stronger
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I might improve it later. I feel it's missing something.
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...