Not My Arms

Not My Arms


Please don’t cry.

I’m not good at comforting,

I’m just not that kind of guy.


Not since that witch flew into my life,

And altered it and warped my mind.


You’ll be okay, you’ll be just fine.

Soon enough you’ll fall into his arms,

And not mine.

****Written many years ago


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