Easy

just more poetry

Sadness seeps from my pores,
Wipe it away and I am yours,
Take my sorrows take my pains,
All I can give is summer rains,
My armors dented, blackened, rusted,
Torn to tatters by those I trusted,
I did my share of tearing to.
Im not blameless that much is true.
It wont be easy I'm telling you.
But take my hand, Ill take yours too.