COMFORTER
I wanna be your comforter
The one who brings you up
The one who brings your drunken soul
From underrated pub.
The one to wipe your bloody hands
To wish away the harm
To heal those bruised needle scars
That decorate your arm
I wanna be your comoforter
For what the hell it`s worth
For me to compensate the fact
Of coming to the earth
If for the hopeless there is hope
For hopeful there is fear
I may be nothing but a plot
Of your right hemisphere
I wanna be your comforter
Not asking for payback
Like gently knitted warming scarf
Around your swollen neck
I`d hide you from the world outside
From inside world as well
I`d organise the paradise
On last circle of hell
I wanna be your comforter
And let the truth be told
Your hand is mine`s the only thing
That feels so right to hold.
Comforter
© Copyright: Кант Кникер, 2011
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