"You can’t be
Just what I need
I try to be free
But your entrancing eyes
Water and drip
Those large manipulative tears
Your petitions and pleas
Roll lightly off your tongue
Slide smoothly through your lips
Like hot wax dripping off a candle
It glows as it glides
Looking deceitfully innocent
Before it lets go and dribbles
Scorching even the suspecting hand
I try so hard
I hate all this pain
But I’ve been welded to your side
By your slowly dripping tears
Your smoothly flowing words
And I care too much
To step away or turn my face"
~Grace Marshall
From my poem, "Damaged But Whole"
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