Thursday, February 24, 2011

Patah

You told me,
you're watching out for me
you care for me
even when things go rough

Because I'm as delicate as a bud
fragile and weak
when storm comes through
I'll break, I'll fall

You're the strength
but absence takes place

Where's the shoulder to lean on?

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