Leo Bryle Poems

Both your hands, I will hold
Both your eyes, I will close
Show me the tears, let me halt
Put things in order, fill with happy thoughts.
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When you say nothing at all
Is like facing a closed-ended wall
In the middle of a crimson tide; swimming in an open sea
You leave me here - in a desert full of misery
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I'd rather be confused for years
Than to endure a moment like this.
Twenty Months after the sporadic stare
But it seemed that Three Days the longest to bear
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