When we’re young we don’t know
As much about ourselves
We eat lots of bad cake
Take it out on the world
Ice packs on your tongue
Beercan stigmata
Designer flagellation
Perpetual hair shaping
The pain gives us wisdom
Gives us light and candles
Painted yellow sunsets
And eyes unnatural to make up
Your eyes work both ways
The first time I saw them cry
I wanted to run and hide
I wanted to fight with myself
I wanted to to do something
I’ve learn so much from those tears
I learn to feel things
I learn to stop fighting
And most importantly
I learn to love the smile that
Will eventually come, even more.
Because that’s what tears are for.
Schwervon! 