Help is
The thing
You've given me most
Love is
The word
You've shown me best
I'm asking
For one last gift
No matter
How many shards
Litter the road
To your heart
No matter
How many bits
Your soul
Has broken into
Let me help you
I don't mind
The bleeding
~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]
