Never have I seen his tears
Never had I held him close in consolation
Never have his cheeks been wet but from sweat
Never have I heard him crying
Although he hurts deep inside
His heart shattered into pieces
He uses booze for glue
And mends his heart back together
But where, Where?
Are the splints that fill the chips
Of his booze mended heart
His heart leeks with pain Through the to tiny to see holes
The chips needed to be filled By splints of visible emotion
He plays hide the tears and seek the booze
Because he fell victim to someone who said
Men don’t cry.
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