Let Me

Let Me short poem

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I know your pain,
I know your anguish,
I know your agony,
If you just let me, I’ll ease your burden!
I know you hurt,
I know you’ve been forgotten,
I know you’ve been unloved,
If you just open your heart, let me in!
I know you don’t like me,
I know you I am just your friend,
I know I am nothing compared to the person you love,
But, if you just let me, I’ll prove that giving me a chance and loving me is not all wrong!
I know it won’t heal right away,
I know you need time and space to think,
I know you love your someone so badly,
If you just let me I’ll be there when you need me!
Let me be the one, to stop the pain,
Let me be the one, a shoulder you can cry on,
Let me be the one, a someone you can rely on,
Let me be the one, to love you each and every day!

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Reagan Latumbo

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Singer. Poet Writer.I love singing and singing will always be my stint forever.Just like what I have said above, I am totally a lover of poems.I wrote straight from the heart, from my experience.I am a graduate of Bachelor of Secondary Education major in English in the Philippines.I dreamed of publishing some of my poems I wrote a few years back until now.
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