Consolation There’s one friend never leaves. When needed, ever cries — At no time dies To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailPocketPrintLike this:Like Loading... Published by Beleaguered Servant Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant
Why would they cry?
Music cries when I need it to do that for me.