Talk to me...
I'll calm you down.
Listen to your words.
Be sure you dont frown.
Talk to me...
I'll take in all your sorrow
hold it a while.
You'll feel better tomorrow.
Talk to me...
Dont bottle it up.
Dont sleep on your sorrow.
Pass it to me, i'll share the pain.
Talk to me...
But never too much.
Every bottle can break
if it just holds enough.
So who then will listen when I need to talk?
Will you hold an ear to my trouble?
Or will you turn, leave me to walk...
alone.
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Ohh Ryan... I can see this poem mirrors all the feelings we talked about before. It's such a strong poem. Simple words but they just jump out at you. Seeing what's been happening around you lately, I don't blame you at all for feeling this way. It's never that easy as to answer "yes" or "no" to a question, or as to see the world in black or white. We have a lot of feelings and at the same time and it's only natural that they sometimes clash with eachother.
You should simply keep in mind that sometimes, the most precious gift you can give someone is your time. To listen. Even if it's hard. And know that I'll be here the day you need to pour that bottle out.
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Thanks Becca, you've always been there as has Alev, when I needed you most. Thats why the bottle isn't broken yet, I know I might talk too much about me... or whats happening to me sometimes but I hope it isn't overbearing, cuz your listening is what keeps me going.
I will never stop listening. :)
:D
I will never stop listening either, don't worry. :)
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