Open arms to fix the harm they have done.
Embrace and forgive, forget.
Shoulders for crying on are well worn,
One thousand empty tissue boxes tower on the floor.
Broken, bruised hearts tattooed with art to blur there sorrow and hurt.
A kiss on the lips for reassurance,
A linking of fingers, to never let go.
Hold on my love, and well get through tomorrow.
Ok tell me what you think.!
This was thought up and written rather quickly...
Im over this actually hehe -19/9/08