Weeping

Tears fall from optic scars
I lean back to you
Your touch tells me
Who you are
I know just what you do

Although I couldn’t show it
You made sure I knew
You didn’t want me
Feeling like this

Last goodbye
To a friend
Nothing else we can do
No heaven
We won’t pretend
He’s just dead
Soon buried
No more Neil
A little less cheek
Just within our memories

You my love
Knew just what I needed
Their god just mistreated
All I needed
Was a touch from you

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