Poetry, Quill

Out Of Sight

I’ll bear your pain, give your wounds to me.

For I shall have them as trophies upon my skin.

Through your tears, your wars within.

I’ll hold you close, your breath in mine.

I know you wonder if my intention are pure.

But all I ever wanted is to see you smile.

I hope one day, you’ll trust me enough.

To let me inside your secret little life.

Till then I am contented to be out of sight.

Just like I have been all this time

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