I only ever see the top of his head

March 19, 2012
By soletsdance GOLD, Hoopeston, Illinois
soletsdance GOLD, Hoopeston, Illinois
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But my crutch keeps leaning on me
My tissues keep asking me to dry their tears
My god keeps worshipping me
My hero keeps calling for help
I just wanted him to hold me for a bit
To listen to my problems for once
But I suck it up and shut my mouth
And make my shoulder comfy for his head


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