A poem that I recently found that I had written three years ago.
I saw you on those cold, lonely nights,
lying there in your bed, late into the night.
As you reached out your little hand to me,
crying out to me,
how I longed to be able to grab it,
wrap it around my finger.
Oh, if you only knew how many times
I have wanted to hold you.
If you could only see what I see,
then you would no longer be afraid.
It tore my heart to see you hurt so.
I just couldn't leave you here
alone to fend for yourse…
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Posted on January 5, 2009 at 12:00am — 1 Comment