Sweet sympathy
Can’t help that if
You aren’t there again
If your words can’t cure
If our needs don’t meet
Sweet comfort
“A true relief” it’s known
Millions of spots can be seen
Feel the touch of a dry skin
Stare at the eyes of sad children
Cool steel could poke them indeed
Broken bones and deadly actions
Can’t help that if
You don’t put up with my manners
If you can’t find my deep reasons…
…if Saturdays are never long enough?
Sweet sound
Stomachaches are empty
Bladders are full
And the breeze isn’t refreshing
Cut down on puritany
Broaden your morality
And get rid of your poor judgments
Someday a day will rise
In a perfect fall season,
Butterflies will land on colored flowers
Shinny dew accumulated on green leaves
Face washed and mint breath
This day will come about
Along with it
Some news:
Sad children no longer exist
Can’t help that…
Can’t help that if
You aren’t there again
If your words can’t cure
If our needs don’t meet
Sweet comfort
“A true relief” it’s known
Millions of spots can be seen
Feel the touch of a dry skin
Stare at the eyes of sad children
Cool steel could poke them indeed
Broken bones and deadly actions
Can’t help that if
You don’t put up with my manners
If you can’t find my deep reasons…
…if Saturdays are never long enough?
Sweet sound
Stomachaches are empty
Bladders are full
And the breeze isn’t refreshing
Cut down on puritany
Broaden your morality
And get rid of your poor judgments
Someday a day will rise
In a perfect fall season,
Butterflies will land on colored flowers
Shinny dew accumulated on green leaves
Face washed and mint breath
This day will come about
Along with it
Some news:
Sad children no longer exist
Can’t help that…
by Laila Chris
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