Sweet sweet sorrows, you know me far too well,
a smile is a story that I forgot how to tell.
"Just brush it off young girl", they say
"this silly frown will not stay"
Is this supposed to comfort me?
well, it doesn't seem to be.
Because something won't matter in a year,
doesn't mean that it isn't now here.
I can't fathom how people can just let go,
release grip on something they want to know.
My sensitive heart can't withstand much
it clings onto to everything that I touch.
It's so endearing, this ***** of mine,
how can one hurt so bad yet look so fine?
If I could wipe away my tears forever I would not
because I would rather an intricate sphere than a dot.
Everything that has hurt me ever so much
has taught me a lesson on what not to touch.
So when I wipe my eyes and prepare for a new day,
I bring with me my untold smile, and until sleep it will stay.