I'm the shoulder you cry on.
But sometimes, I wonder where is mine.
Where is my shoulder to cry on?
Guess somebody else is using it.
Hope that mine has her own,
if not we will sadly be two shoulders crying on their own,
With nobody to rely on.
So until we find each other, I wish you an unconditional happiness,
With no tears falling from your eyes,
And no smile full of sadness.
YOU ARE READING
Beloved sincerity
PoesiaThose poems are wrote in English, but I must tell you that it isn't my first language. So grammatical or syntactical errors might occur. Still, enjoy your reading!
