Smiling warmly she sets her pain before them
Would you like to listen to a story friend
It’s not a pleasant listen
You may look at me different when I’m done
Buts it’s mine to give
And that means all the world
What will it be tonight?
Will a thread of my experience stitch a wound left open in you
Could a tonic of my past tears ease a little of your loneliness
I could dole out a few milligrams of misconceptions splashed over me like pigs blood to help ease your discomfort in your own skin
Give me a meter of your damage and I will find just the right size admission to cover you with
I could tell you you’re cared for
That you’re not alone
But sometimes a passed memory in an open palm given freely will mean more to you in the end
So step right up my dears
I’m open for business when you are just about to shut down
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 6:25 PM UTC
Smiling warmly she sets her pain before them
Would you like to listen to a story friend
It’s not a pleasant listen
You may look at me different when I’m done
Buts it’s mine to give
And that means all the world
What will it be tonight?
Will a thread of my experience stitch a wound left open in you
Could a tonic of my past tears ease a little of your loneliness
I could dole out a few milligrams of misconceptions splashed over me like pigs blood to help ease your discomfort in your own skin
Give me a meter of your damage and I will find just the right size admission to cover you with
I could tell you you’re cared for
That you’re not alone
But sometimes a passed memory in an open palm given freely will mean more to you in the end
So step right up my dears
I’m open for business when you are just about to shut down
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