Your Rock Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Lay on top of me
and tell me how your day went.
Was it just right or was
it too over the top.
Did that one friend of yours expose
herself in front of you again
and somewhere down the line
You threw your hands up
And was just over it.
I'm serious, let's talk about it.
You're my best friend,
When you're not yourself.
I am not myself.
the more we talk about it
the more we'll laugh and joke about it.
No matter how much you laugh
I see the pain in your eyes.
If you don't want to talk right now
that's fine. Take your time.
Lay on top of me and we'll share the
silence together.
If you blow up and end up taking
it out on me, I understand,
but when it's all said and done.
I am going to need you to return
here to me, like we are now.
To feed me more understanding
along with the rise of your head
on top of my chest.
I have no problem with waiting.
Long as you need.
But when it's all said and done.
I need you to return back here to me
Where your every secret, your every
Truth is kept without worry.
Your rock