This is what I get when I write something in the middle of the night on paper I grabbed from the nightstand and wrote without bothering to turn on the light. Well, I think this is what I meant to write; turns out when I can't see what I'm writing, I write rather sloppily. But as with many middle-of-the-night things, you forget all about them by the time you wake up. (Or by the time your migraine goes away... but that's another poem.)
And yes, I know the title sucks. I just wanted to have something as a placeholder other than "Untitled 9-29-12" for the purposes of future searches.
your melancholy
drips down on me
a persistent leak
makes my outlook bleak
leeching away my joy
your sorrow takes it down the drain
as I am soaked in the bitterness of your pain
part of me longs to share your burden awhile
but the other part just wants to make you smile
what can I do to help you?
you're the dripping faucet that won't let me sleep
you're the leaky roof the landlord won't upkeep
you're the thunderstorm that sweeps sunshine away
you're the freezing rain that makes a miserable day
and yet I still want you around
How can I help you out?
Do you need a shoulder to cry on?
Do you need someone to make you laugh?
I'll comfort you with my presence, or absence
I'd brush your hair after a bath
I'd offer you chocolates or ice cream
If I thought for a moment they'd help
Voting will now commence: is this better with or without the last stanza?
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