Snuggled underneath the blanket
Didn't think you would make it
I see how tired you are
Yet you still stop and manage
You help me through this life
Even though yours is filled with strife
Step aside here she comes the broken one
Yet here you are treating me like I haven't come undone
Your broken too, but you still hold me up.
Your waiting on a friend, but it might take too long for her to mend.
Please don't ruin yourself
Holding me from slipping off the shelf
Your cracks will show wide,
If you wait on your friend tonight.
YOU ARE READING
'Nevermore Than A Few Words'
Poetry"Dear god, make me a bird so I can fly, far far away from here." Jenny Curran
