As I rest my tired chin on your hands
rest your soul to the pout of my lips.
Close your eyes and tilt your head
for my eyes shall watch over you.
Listen to my tormented soul
as I listen to your lost ...
Torturous thoughts haunt me
Running wildly through my mind
Until my eyes well up in tears
Am I losing my grip on reality?
Muffled with hurt I sink even deeper in
Anger for reasons I can’t explain.
It was not until I talked to him, that he said:
I think you’ve had it as bad as I had.
Between he said and she said, we said:
sad met sad making good out of bad.
We laughed at our sad lives so bad