Cradle you till you drift asleep,
Wipe everyone's tears when they weep,
Clean the wounds that cut too deep.
'Cause, she is a tissue,
Soaking your issue.
Walk you home in the darkest night.
Told her she was worth the fights.
Now they call him an armored knight.
'Cause he is a tissue.
Always with you.
He is soaking the shed tears,
She is extracting all the fears,
The first aid for the stabbing spears.
'Cause they are soaking issue,
They love but, never tell, they miss you.
Wiping the bitter mood of spilled coffee,
Or the raging emotions of hot tea,
Or ketchup oozing from your knee.
'Cause, it's a tissue.
Solves any issue.
So why don't you see them breaking?
Caring for others while aching.
Standing alone at night shaking.
'Cause tissue is a tissue,
A piece of one-time use.
Stiletto.
24/August/2021
Sometimes, I wonder what is it like to be a box of tissue. People holding onto you whenever they need you. It's like you are born just to lend a shoulder to cry on. Or to absorb people's mistakes like spilled tea, coffee, or water. But there is a limit to that absorbance. A limit after which the tissue itself starts to break away. If you hold a tissue paper under the running tap it tears immediately on the impact.
Appreciate the people around you who brighten up your day. Those who make you feel you are worth living for. Those who listen and understand you - the you hidden under the layers of faces you put out in society. The vulnerable you.
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