Finding You Cry

Finding You Cry 🖤

~Miss A

Dear stranger, don't let me know you,

I can't ignore, can't reassure,

Finding you cry,

Shortness of breath, they dry. 


I find you hiding, self binding,

Good, not for the world to know,

It's okay, cry, have some water,

I won't help, but I validate you.


I won't speak to thorn your awkwardness,

I'll pretend I never saw, blinding lights distracted,

Yeah, I totally never noticed this building on my right,

I don't even know these roads of my daily route. 


Aren't I supposed to be cold, I feel my warmth radiate,

From my skin to the surrounding, getting struck with wind,

Losing track of my visioned path, it rushes past,

And somewhere I hope it reaches you, comfots. 


And I don't even know you, I must be stupid,

Or maybe I'm loved, oh, that must be it,

For all my hate and anger, that I put so much effort to save,

Dissolves so quickly, as if it was never there. 


Cold unsure, but weak for real, so able to dilute,

Whatever is your way, quick to learn and mend,

Only with the difference of where I do not, is me,

You don't have to fit in, achievement is finding you cry. 


Afraid if I didn't growl and rush out, 

Would have rather ditched decisions,

Light this chamber, would wipe your tears,

Way worse is to sympathise with self tormented.


I could reach out to you, anytime,

Be the shoulder in the time of need,

But I do not want to know the after,

Stranger, I can't be there in your happiness.


A case of good consolation, poor prizes,

Very selective to be shared awards with,

For their every victory is like me one,

Love is so pure and strong, feels like alive. 


Maybe in this one breath short life,

Maybe this the way to live it through,

What else might it be to come back here,

May I survive to find another reason please.


Lost once again, where am I going,

For solace, my eyes keep wandering, 

What would it require me of,

For the time being, I wish my blanket of care scoops. 


Wait, isn't that the essence of my name,

And you keep telling me I'm a pretty soul,

When I look deep inside, it makes me cry too,

Thankyou, you're way more beautiful to see it. 


💛

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