You cannot tell her she's beautiful, You cannot tell her you love her, You cannot tell her she's your world When she's at her best moments.
You may only tell her those things, If you're ready for her to have those off days, If you're ready for her to not always wear makeup, If you're ready to deal with her mood swings, If you're ready for her to be clingey some days and distant others,
You cannot tell her any of the pretty little comments, Unless you can handle her Alone at two A.M. As she's struggling with life, And wondering why
She is not enough to win her own internal battles
-Don't you dare tell her you can handle her all the time if you're only ready to handle her at her best.
One cannot tell my tears apart from rain The dark clouds hide my pale and sunken cheeks And the silence in the air brings me pain For I think of the long days, months, and weeks Where I wished I could have been with him The dreary, bleak light leaves my eyes searching I walk through the puddles praying a hymn Muttering foreign phrases, and purging My soul of all my mistakes and regrets The damp wind hits my face bringing comfort Like worms I struggle through mud in distress The sound of raindrops puts all to slumber The air is still and all my worries cease When rain falls my soul tries to be at peace