Sleeveless - Poem by Lyn Poulton
No sleeve for tears to dry,
No shoulder for my eyes to cry.
No cuddle to feel secure,
No feelings, no more.
I walk alone, along the street,
My feet shuffle, I have no beat,
Empty feelings, how sad things are,
I'd drive, I have no car.
He's realised, the tears are real,
It's just the way I feel,
The shoulder has returned to me,
Those tears, have dried now you see.
That sweet comfort to have you close,
A human drug, a wonderful dose.
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