I’d drink a bottle of your tears
and eat a pound of your pain
to take away what never should have been yours
in the dead of night I will wrap them up
and bury your heartache in the desert
I would do that only for you my love
I’ll take care of what isn’t mine
so that you can live and laugh again
so cut out that rotten heart
and hand over the poison inside.
I’ll stitch you up good as new
and give you a reason to smile.
1-21-08
shannon wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-d-drink-a-bottle-of-your-tears/
