Broken nose, busted flab
Let me repair, let me have a stab
At mending your wounds
Expedite healing.
Flushing, stitching
I'll do my best
To seal the cracks
Leave no room for leaking.
Polite nods, secret societies
Those affairs that you keep private
Like how he hurt you, dented your door
Forced you to live a life separate
Collusion abounds, generating gears
Of unruly and unlawful plans
Tears from feeling wronged
Too late when you've kicked the can.
Let me heal those held-in sighs
Let me help you to release
Save you from a life unlived
A forehead wracked with creases
Let me step in front of that target on your back
Take one for your sole benefit
'Cause that is what Dads do
If only you will let me help you.
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Love and Irritations
PoesiaFacades are a fact of life, but some covers are true to life.
