Knit Up My Heart

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Poetry about the funny truth of a grown man crying like a baby, sometimes.

Knit, knit,
Knit up my heart.
Sow it up
before it falls apart.
I’m just a sad man,
I’m a full grown baby.
I need to be cottled
crying in the arms of my lady.

Cheeks red,
eyes swelled,
shirt soaked
from being held.

I’m almost six feet tall,
but I can still roll up in a ball,
and cuddle like your little
puppy doll. It’s funny!

Somebody grab me a tissue!

Tears

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I’m a man of few words,
and one of fewer emotions.
an old soul in a young heart,
with my fair share of “should’ve been”s.

What’s the secret to crying,
cuz I can’t seem to find my tears.

They say I’m too hard,
and I don’t have any feel.
To be honest, sometimes I feel
as cold as steel.

What’s the secret to crying,
cuz I can’t seem to find my tears.

But I cry on the inside
when I’m holding you tight.
I guess I only cry
when I’m feeling alright.

What’s the secret to crying,
cuz I can’t seem to find my tears.