I sit in the grass, and stare at you from a few inches away.
Your eyes are glossy, and red with sadness.
Your skin is dry, your lips are flaking.
Your words aren't functioning properly.
You're not really sure, quite what is wrong.
So therefore I cannot help you.
But I'm here for you, when the tears start to fall,
and your shoulders start to quiver.
Because that's
what
lovers
Do.
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