I'll Meet You At The TopA Poem by Alias
I'm sorry
I can't help you right now I'm sorry I can't listen to your heartache Truth is We're both hanging by our fingertips and though I see your fingers bleeding and though I hear your tears streaming If I offer you my hand I will fall But If we shut our eyes to the drop below maybe we can pull ourselves up. God knows, I hope so.
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7 Reviews Added on November 28, 2017 Last Updated on November 28, 2017 Tags: depression, friendship, help, support, cliff, poetry AuthorAliasBrighton, United KingdomAboutPoems that come out of my brain. I love to learn from others, so please review and let me know if you want me to read anything of yours, I have a million read requests so if there is a specific p.. more..Writing
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