I take the sky on my shoulders for you.
Burden after burden,
It may be heavy but you're hurtin'
Do all I can do. Maybe even just a little more for you.
But I give so much that I feel like I'm giving up myself,
I may be torn in two but l still try and help.
But in the the end of the day, will you be there when I say:
Are you here for me?
Through all life's technicalities,
Are you waiting at the phone,
So I don't ever feel alone?
Will you be my shoulder to cry on,
Will you be my body to lean on.
Will you understand the thousands of words I have to say?
Will you paint the sky for me if it turns grey?
Will you put it all aside when I come knocking at your door?
Will you be all I need, all I want, and more?
My heart feels heavy from time to time,
My mind has been dragged through grit and grime.
I just want an ear,
Will you be right over here?
I know life gets tough.
I know we've all got our stuff,
I know it's hard for you,
But it's hard for me too.
I don't ask for much,
Just the clarity and comfort of touch.
At the end of the day,
Will you be there when I say:
Are you here for me?
Through all life's technicalities,
Are you waiting at the phone,
So I don't ever feel alone?
Will you be my shoulder to cry on,
My body to lean on.
Will you understand the thousands of worlds I have to say?
Will you paint the sky for me if it turns grey?
Will you put it all aside when I come knocking at your door?
Will you be all I need, all I want, and more?
My arms are burning.
My soul is yearning.
My heart is worn.
And I'm feeling torn.
Can choose?
Between saving me and helping you?
I'm feeling lost at sea.
I'm begging you, be there for me!
I was there for you.
I did more than I had to do.
I gave more than I could loan,
But it only made your true colours shown.
I was the body and the shoulder
but the griefs only getting older,
Did you listen to what I had to say?
Did it matter in any way?
I was knocking on your door!
I was knocking on your door!
I was knocking on your door!
But you were all I wasted and more.
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Write My Soul
PoetryThe soul is complicated. It can be so full of emotions, colours, sounds, thoughts, wisps of dreams, and fractures of ideas. ****** Still working on my poetry. I do think it is improving, I hope you see that as the poems go on. Thank you for checkin...
