Nothing Is Sweeter Than That

Poem By Bridget Bush

Your feelings have been thrown back in your face
so you put your tears in your pocket
only to pull them out when you're alone
to spread them down your cheeks
you knew in your heart what his answer would be
yet you still wanted it with all your soul
you still have it, just not the way you want
he'd do anything for you but sleep in your bed
he'd dry your front pocket tears
and be your shoulder to lean on
he is your friend and nothing is sweeter than that

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