My shoulder is here,
If you wish to be comforted...
With someone to share the shedding,
Of your tears.
It may appear,
That my exterior is hardened.
But in my defense...
I must display,
An appearance that is publicly...
Disguised as indifferent.
My arms for you,
Are here to hold real close.
There are many times,
When I am the one in need most.
But can I show this,
To be addressed?
No!
I prefer only you,
To lay in a peacefulness...
Against my chest!
Yes.
Come to me...
And you will see,
I offer you this place...
To feel safe.
And...
Respected you will be,
With a guarantee totally...
To find with me your rest.
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