I cry
more often than I want,
And I manage to always do it right in front of you.
Something about your face,
Makes my face a canal for rivers of salt and sadness.
But there is always categories of sadness.
You make me so happy, I cry.
You make me laugh so hard, I cry.
You make me miss you, I cry.
I can count on my 20 year old fingers,
how many people I have cried in front of.
1,
2,
3,
4,
and you.
You cry
more often than you want,
And you manage to always do it right in front of me.
Something about my face, and arms.
Makes your face a canal for rivers of salt...
...I will levee them with kisses.
Written (2012)
Author: It happens...we all cry.