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Too Young a Bandage to Hold Anything Together
I never though my mother would cry into my arms.
Never thought that she'd leak out brokenheartedness before me
I try to pick up the pieces
And do my best to be the glue to a broken vase
Hold her beside me on my bed
Time my steady breathing
To match her muffled sobs
Try and say anything
With silence and a lonely tear
Hers drip on my arms
Where mine will surely lay
Moments after she leaves the room
But I can stay strong for these short moments
She tries to stay strong for me
And I try to stay strong for her
But soon it is both of our uneven breaths
That are dotted with sobs
And floating in the darkness
