and i heard hear say
crying from the wooded path
you can’t help me
no one can
and i lifted the branches
from under which she hid
and told her
i can’t help anyone
she looked at me
and i looked back
both of us
lost
falling apart
and she smiled
well
that’s a start
i guess
she picked a leaf from her hair
and let it fall
i watched it
as
she watched me
watch it
and i felt her eyes
they we’re gentle
yet
filled with
pain
maybe you can help me
she whispered
as i stared at the leaf
but
why
i asked
half under my breath
clearly
you don’t need helping
and she reached out
and
patted my cheek
maybe
we all need
a
little
help
from time to time
and i sighed
she was right
and together
we walked out of the woods
hand
in
hand
into the night
maybe she is right
we
all
need
help
sometimes
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Oh! This is so magnificently lovely! I adore it.
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behind the poem – Fantastic Beasts and Where to find them was on. The end makes me cry, so, everytime. Yes. Everytime. I hate watching that fucking movie because of it. And cannot not watch it anyway. Fucking Kowalski man. This came from my tearing up as it went to credits.
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You softy. (Don’t tell Mike I said that.)
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The giant baby would just cry anyway. He cried whenever a video with downs syndrome kids is in too. He sickens me.
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Awwww don’t be so hard on him! Geez.
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