Sta.sh
You spoke to me, as a true close friend, and I listened, as you cried, my shoulder available, my caring arms reaching out, my ears focused, my eyes caring, my thoughts on you.
And in my need, for understanding, I open my torn internal conflict, and you close the door, as it slams on my hand, threatening to lock it for good.
P.S: I hate one-way streets.
- Robert Stirling
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