Whos There For Me? - Poem by Alex Charming
She needs a shoulder to lean on’
I’m that shoulder
She needs someone to pick up the pieces
I’m that broom
She needs someone to cry with
I’m the box of tissues
Who’s there when I need them?
Who’s my shoulder?
’Who’s my broom
And my tissues
Nowhere to be found
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