I would cry every day if I could
If my daily errands did not possess me;
if my overall happiness did not depend on tranquility,
if your potential sadness at my melancholy wouldn’t hinder me.
I would cry every day if I could,
if you trusted me when I’d tell you it will pass,
and allowed me to feel vulnerable,
given me the unconditional protection of your arms.
I would cry every day if I could,
to feel human and to feel loved,
to feel the shivers of reality,
to bask in the calmness of the passed frivolity.
I would cry every day if I could,
to feel the surge of hopefulness as my last tears dry
to fall asleep letting go of my rumbled sighs,
to wake up in the safety of the sun, so high.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
I would cry every day if I could
If my daily errands did not possess me;
if my overall happiness did not depend on tranquility,
if your potential sadness at my melancholy wouldn’t hinder me.
I would cry every day if I could,
if you trusted me when I’d tell you it will pass,
and allowed me to feel vulnerable,
given me the unconditional protection of your arms.
I would cry every day if I could,
to feel human and to feel loved,
to feel the shivers of reality,
to bask in the calmness of the passed frivolity.
I would cry every day if I could,
to feel the surge of hopefulness as my last tears dry
to fall asleep letting go of my rumbled sighs,
to wake up in the safety of the sun, so high.