By Astitva Tripathi
I am the sponge you seek,
So pour your hurt on me -
I take it naturally;
Just drop that wound on me.
I seek the ones to heal -
Desperate just to feel,
So pass your pain to me;
I am an empath yet to heal.
If you feel bad inside,
From me it cannot hide -
Reflect that wounded pride;
Your hurt now mine inside.
You are jealous of my shine?
Pour that jealousy like wine -
I'll soak it up, I'm fine;
I've forgotten what is mine.
I'll mirror all you send -
I am your needy friend.
My loyalty never bends;
I'm tested till the end.
So pour it into me -
Your pain that beckons me.
I'll throw away my dream -
I feel everything you mean.
But my sponge is now so wet,
And the feelings feel quite set...
I've become your sad lost friend;
I became you in the end.
By Astitva Tripathi
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