Dont Cry, My Dear One Poem by Noah Ort

it pains me to see the tear marks under your eyes
for those tears are not of joy, but of sorrow
im reaching out and your pushing me back

wanting to stay in that little hole of yours
i talk to an empty shell of a person
shes cryed her personality out
i want her back

come back, as i reach down all you have to do is grab my hand
i will leave my hand there for eternity
grab it when you want to
ill always be next to you in your hole

with a rope in my hands and hope in my heart
that you will return