I saw him and I wanted to stay!

I saw him on the street one day

I saw him and I wanted to stay

He was crying and I gave him a pat

He didn't ask me, but I was sat

He was broken for sure, I comforted him

He was hurt, but the air to me felt thin

I told him not to cry and he listened

I told him to stop, yet I was imprisoned

He never appeared on the street again

He was either gone or I treated his pain

But, I told me, that I wanted to stay

I said, I wanted to hear him say

A lot of things, A lot of pains

To share the heat, to share the rains

He disappeared, I wanted him not to go

He left, and I started to feel low

It's been years

I don't know how many

I've lost count

And I saw him in the street again

Either the wound opened or it was the pain

I saw him again and I wanted to stay

I wanted to ask many things, his way

He didn't ask but I healed him though

He recognised, but he didn't want to know

I offered tissues, healed the scar

He left again, disappeared like a star

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A/N:

Yes, I love to write about LOVE. It's my fav kinda thing to write.