Don't cry, my dear, don't cry.
You're a weak, and sensitive child.
Wipe your eyes, and wipe your tears.
Banish all your wretched fear.
Don't cry, my dear, don't cry.
You're a fragile, and fearful child.
See up your heart, it's tied on a string.
Fix the broken, ugly thing.
You're in control, despite what you think.
Don't you let your body sink.
Wipe your eyes, and wipe your tears.
Look at me, look in the mirror.
Author's Note:
Often times, you're harder on yourself than anyone else could be. But no matter how hopeless you feel against the harsh words you say to yourself, you can take control and be kind.
Look at me! Being a life coach and everything awwwww ;)
There there, *pat, pat*
-I. Quill
CZYTASZ
Rain Clouds
PoezjaSimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
