3/31/11

My Dear
Sarah Prosser


When you believe in every lie
When you can't do more than try
When everything comes crashing down
I'll be here
my dear, you've got an open shoulder right here.

to cry in to on those late nights
when childish frights
fight to come alive,
and oh, my dear, you've got me right here

You've got an open shoulder my dear
You've got open arms right here
to hug you and keep you dry
to support you while you cry.

and my dear I'll try keep you safe right here
I'll keep you safe my dear
when it hurts so bad,
and all you ever thought you had,
isn't here, my dear.

and my door is always open here
and my bed always has room for you, my dear
For you to fill and for you to stay
for you to pause on your way

Because as you move along my dear
I'll be here.


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Sarah Prosser considers herself to be a "meat and potatoes" kind of girl with a penchant for frills and fluff. She has been writing creatively since third grade and will continue to do so indefinitely.