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Not a sanctuary, but another grave
Not a sanctuary, but another grave[
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I saw your cry for help
But it got lost in the long list of poems,
I was just too happy to comment,
I couldn't see how you truly felt.
Till there was nothing left,
I couldn't lend a hand.
In your pen you told me you were drowning.
A sincere cry for help
I thought it was just words that fell off your hand
A badly written poem which wasn't one of your best
But I didn't see you meant by what you said
I said you'll be okay
I never realized you needed a friend
Not a friendly response from a fellow poet.
Now I see I failed to lend you a much needed help.
Now I'm trying to comb through a long list of poems
I'm looking for that thread
One that I could hardly remember.
How did I ever forget?
I'm trying to quote your words,
what good will that do?
Now that you are already hurt...
I saw the fire yet I didn't see you get burned
I was too interested in how crafty you've written your words
And only how I can relate...
I'm sorry my friend
I wish I had opened my ears maybe I would have heard
And I would have given you a hand
And saves you before you got burned
Now I understand it's too late for that
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I saw your cry for help
But it got lost in the long list of poems,
I was just too happy to comment,
I couldn't see how you truly felt.
Till there was nothing left,
I couldn't lend a hand.
In your pen you told me you were drowning.
A sincere cry for help
I thought it was just words that fell off your hand
A badly written poem which wasn't one of your best
But I didn't see you meant by what you said
I said you'll be okay
I never realized you needed a friend
Not a friendly response from a fellow poet.
Now I see I failed to lend you a much needed help.
Now I'm trying to comb through a long list of poems
I'm looking for that thread
One that I could hardly remember.
How did I ever forget?
I'm trying to quote your words,
what good will that do?
Now that you are already hurt...
I saw the fire yet I didn't see you get burned
I was too interested in how crafty you've written your words
And only how I can relate...
I'm sorry my friend
I wish I had opened my ears maybe I would have heard
And I would have given you a hand
And saves you before you got burned
Now I understand it's too late for that
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