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If I could come to you ..

be there for you
speak no words,
just hold you
in my arms,
place my hand in yours ..

I would

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If I could be there ..

let you know
with my eyes
that all will be well,
just sit with you ..

I would

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If I could be at your side

take your pain,
caress the hurt,
kiss your tears
with my hand on your heart ..

I would

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Some poets have muses
they have inspiration
that wells up inside
and gives them something to write

Some poets have great emotions
boiling up,
overwhelming their thoughts
until they have to take action
their words teeming with feeling

Some poets have experience
their knowledge and wisdom
flow with what they've been through
and they take you on a journey
as they enlighten you
on their life

But me?
Lately my pen and paper
have been left untouched,
neglected.

It's not like I have writer's block,
I have writer's uncertainty.
It's not that I have nothing to write,
I'm just not sure
if I want to take a long look
inside myself
and write about something
deep
dark
and dangerous
that I've kept within.

I don't expect you to forget,
please just forgive me