by Bobby Coles

Created on: April 05, 2009   Last Updated: May 11, 2012

You seek my shoulder's solace

Swept asea in a storm of teardrops

I will be your port of refuge

Direct you towards where the suffering stops

Consult my thoroughly storied past

I will regale you with tales of despair

Once my broad shoulder weakens

I will offer forth my equally comforting spare

When pain knocks on your door

For the umpteenth time this year

I will loan you a shoulder to cry on

With words unspoken, bend my ear

Whatever it happens to take

I promise to help you cope

I will pick you up from the doldrums

Give you a spirited shot of hope

I will listen with sympathetic ears

When your heart gets broken

If you need a shoulder to cry on

My love is your unlimited token

I will offer soft and sweet advice

Do my best not to judge

Once you clasp onto my shoulder

I promise not to budge

Immerse yourself in a catharsis

A cleansing purging of emotions

Time will once again swoop in to help

Provide you with unforeseen notions

The heart is a fickle little organ

Can cause you a severe heartache

Its beat will continue to pulsate

Love can cause your whole world to quake

Whenever you need me

I will always be there

I am your shoulder to cry on

A good friend is indeed rare

I may not be your first choice

Help comes in a multitude of sizes

I will be whatever you need me to be

To the top the cream always rises

Your heart gets broken

In dire need of a mend

With words left unsaid

I am your best friend

Drape my shoulder with tears

I will at no time flinch

I will assuage your deepest fears

I am whatever you need in a pinch

Life can sometimes be a tangled mess

A rock stems from a suffered boulder

Psychologists are expensive, I charge far less

My expressions will be much less colder

Let your heart melt into my soul

Inside me your safety is guaranteed

When down your cheeks teardrops begin to roll

I will be your best friend indeed

I will show you what a gem you are

With the utmost of complete sincerity

When the chips are really down

A shoulder to cry on is sometimes a rarity

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