A basket of tissues
triggered in my eye
whilst tears of my own
roll slowly by
Imagine the souls
filling this chair
relating their woes
in this peaceful lair
Troubles counselled
to a stranger with a pen
jotting down everything
you keep within
Despite my own troubles
all I feel and see is them
the number of tissues
fallen in the bin
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 5:50 PM UTC
A basket of tissues
triggered in my eye
whilst tears of my own
roll slowly by
Imagine the souls
filling this chair
relating their woes
in this peaceful lair
Troubles counselled
to a stranger with a pen
jotting down everything
you keep within
Despite my own troubles
all I feel and see is them
the number of tissues
fallen in the bin
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