if i was there
you could cry on my shoulder
you could talk about what hurts
you could sit quietly while I hold your hand
you might not feel so alone
you could lean on me for support
if i was there
if i was there
i’d wipe your tears
i’d tell you that someday, it will get better
i’d hold you close
i’d try to make you laugh
i’d scare away the monsters
if i was there
someday
Merry Christmas to the baking poet.
we all need that. Sometimes it gets tiring to be the one offering shoulders.
If it were up to me, Erin, you’d have airline tickets under your Christmas tree.