Your Sorrows
I cry my self to sleep every night
as i wish you was here in my arms
a place where i can build you a fortress
and knight you queen as i listen as you sleep
see i know you're in pain
just by the way you fidget in your sleep
your teeth grind together to prevent you
from weeping, no shame when bug women cry
its ok cause you're hurting
and though you keep it bottled inside
the tears and fears on your face you cant hide
it hurt you deeply as i know you're dying inside
but outside you're looking fearless
poem by Robert Roberts
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