he holds me there,
against his chest,
comforting with sweet words,
a soft embrace.
he lets me cry,
each tear that stains my face,
soaking his shirt through
with saltwater sadness.
he wipes them away,
smiles with such tenderness,
and still he holds me
until the day slips away.
he kisses my forehead,
softly with love,
and runs his hand through
my tangled blonde waves.
i close my eyes,
and slowly drift away...
forgetting the tears from long ago.
and when i woke,
he was gone.
but still...
he holds me there,
against his chest,
comforted with my sweet words.
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i love the gentle imaging of this. it has rhymes but it doesnt rely on them and they just happen naturally in this
i close my eyes,
and slowly drift away...
forgetting the tears from long ago.
a tough can do so much, lovely


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The sentences all read the same way. What I mean when I say that is, read them aloud, they all have a particular beat as you read them. Try varying your sentences to keep the poem from growing repetitive and dull.


