His Arms

In his arms
The hurt dissapears
The thought of all the harm
Of doubt, hate, and fear

He tries to quiet my sob
With a gentle touch of my cheek
But to him it's a burdened job
He stays because I'm weak

He looks into my tearful eyes
Why is it I can't speak!?
What is it wih guys?
One glance, and you feel meek!

How much I care you'll never know
I want to love you want to feel
You look at me, and stand to go
My heart hurts my mind reels!

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