a person once said
that some people are
born
sad.
and i thought of
you.
you were
born like this
— forever sad,
forever under the rain,
forever drenched in misery.
bruising easier,
scarring faster,
remembering longer.
one day,
oh, i am so afraid,
that one day,
you will have had
enough.
because it seems
to me
that you've
already
accepted that
tragedy is
sewn into
your soul
and that
the sun
was never yours
to begin with.
and i
wished
you hadn't
accepted
the reality
so fast.
maybe if
you had
denied a little longer,
it would've
given the sun
enough time
to come out.
but
you were
born sad
and
under the rain.
CITEȘTI
Tears For You
Poezie❝ i wished i had said that it was okay to cry, but instead i cried tears for you. ❞
