Tell me

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Hey, a poem this time, it's more of a one way convo, like letting them know how comfortable we wanna make them feel...

...

Tell me the secrets
you aren't proud of,
They'll remain with
me like my own...

Whisper me the things
you don't say out loud,
My heart will hold
them like in tone...

Tell me all your sorrow,
your regrets,
I might not make them less,
but you won't have to carry them lone...

Write me what you feel sad about,
I'll find happiness in them
like under the black skin
there's white bone...

Tell me your story, mTell
 me what's wrong what's right,
I'll pour a cup of coffee &
sit by your side and say
"Whatever you are, you are not alone"

Give me all of it,
pour your heart out,
I'll be there by your side,
like somebody you've always known...

-Sakib Tamboli
A Story Teller

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