no matter how many times
how many years
there will always be those days
where my tears will flow just with you
singing those feelings til it opens a scar or two
seeing you walk down that darkened road
with nothing much but an opaque window no and then
here, I'm passing by with nothing to fear
and yet I feel somewhat weird
somewhat like fate to help out a girl like you
one who has too much glass hidden in her eyes
unmistakably scars from liars to stalkers to hear
godforsaken pains with the backstabbing part
let me help you pick up the pieces
and never leave a second out
'til you truly put out that flame that
you've kept for far too long
bottling too much sour rain
has drowned you like so
but there will always be
that tiny hole where bloody pain slowly weeps out
just imagine a laugh or two
to let the bad parts go
cause I'm not the one to say
but here to do, to help
cause I guess this is where that comes along
“as loyal as a puppy”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem