Bloody Shoulder...
Lend me your shoulder
I need to cry
I don't understand quite why
but here I am with your shoulder my grief's ally
Why on this day you chose to wear
the crispest whitest shirt of all
I don't understand why
for my blood seeps dark where cotton lint fails to spark a new start
The wind now chills the warmth of your shoulder
and I wonder how I missed the many leaves
that hover in the corners of this now cold shelter
but my senses are very much dulled and my consciousness very much anulled
Lend me your shoulder
I need to grieve
I don't understand when
the wind will finally become blissfully still
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