Bryar Tipton

Take My Hand - Poem by Bryar Tipton

When you lose something important,
you think of every way to get it back.
For days and nights,
sleep is what you lack.

When there's no way to retrieve what you need and love,
you die inside, your failure is killing you.
Again for days and nights,
sleep is not what you get to do.

Day after day you have been crying,
trying to let the pain go.
For more days and nights,
sleep, your body says yes, your heart says no.

Then you give up and you know what to do,
you have to tell this something what you feel.
This something is a person,
this person is you.

So you the on I think of,
and the one I miss.
I want you to know I trust you,
but I feel for you a lot more than this.

Love Is what I feel,
Although in a different way.
Most people don't understand this,
because its emotions too, that I need to say.

This love is a friendship,
full of trust, I hope you understand.
I need somebody there for me,
Somebody to take my hand.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 18, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 18, 2012

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