Flower still life by Willem van Aelst, 1663 (detail)
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Promise me you will keep
A place for me in your heart
No matter how tiny and small
A place I will make my home
And take refuge in
Whenever life wears me out
I know it’s too much to ask for
After all I’ve done.
But nothing else worked
And I would wish it all
For just a little place in your heart.
“Come to me” she whispers, “come close my dear
Let me touch your chest, let me whisper in your ear
Close your eyes trust me, safe you will be here
Forget your worries your troubles and all your fear
I will treat you, heal your wounds with my tear,
I will hold you, tight and warm for a thousand year
Just lay your head on my breast and hear.
Face my eyes, into their darkness try and peer
Touch my skin, feel its cold, see how pale and sheer.
Your soul I will carry and surround with care
Attempting any harm on you, believe me I won’t dare
So remember my love. I will always be near
Cuz you are mine and I am yours, to this I swear."
Sometimes your get tired.
Tired of trying to explain.
Tired of trying to make them listen,
to make them understand.
Tired of talking.
Tired of smiling.
Tired of petting on their backs.
“Why can’t they see” you wonder
“what am I doing wrong?
Look you!
open your eyes,
look at the pain.
Look at how much I try…"
You tried,
You tried
Now you’re tired
