Poetry

A shoulder

written by: Tearful Angel

Last nite I cryed till I fell asleep,
I wondered why the world was full of creeps.
The mourning when I awoke
my eyes were bagged and my heart was choked.
You looked at me then took my hand so freely as you led me to some promised land
then you wispered with a smile:
" There is no need to to cry or want to die, because I'll always be the shoulder where can come lie..."