Bleed unto me your crystal tears A piece of your soul trapped in every one, Driving splinters into my heart. Purify me with your pain and I will give you salvation, Raising a chapel in your name Where i will worship your dreadful beauty and My own cowardice. After all this is over i am sickened with remorse For what i could have done To keep you crying.
Reason for writing:
this came to me after comforting a friend when i realized that i
i felt good having her cry on my shoulder,besides that i really
dont know why i wrote what i did.If you like this poem please email
me and tell me so.
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