When you are sad
Or hurt
I to get dressed
with my tights and my cape
I want to be your hero
Your super woman.
It collapses my lungs and I can't breathe
When I see
You in pain of life little stains
I can't get you unchained
From your hell spinning
Jail cell of depression.
I want to be your hero
Your band-aid that covers
The scratches and bruises
Your penicillin as it
Sneaks inside and repairs
Your heart and oozes in
Your lung down in the veins
Your super hero
Your charmer
The knight in shining armor
I can cure you
As you wither away
I beg you to stay
I want to be your hero.
More than you know
Your super hero
Your super hero
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
2 comments:
Sometimes I just want to save people from themselves. Cure them of their ills. The reality is that I cannot no matter how bad I want to. It still doesn't stop me from desiring to save them.. I'm just human that way
Some times we have to be our own superhero
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