They see me with tears on my cheek
Yet, all they offer are words snide and bleak
They don’t see you were my first love, be it “infatuation”
But you were also my first heartbreaking disillusion
All they say is that I’m but a child, and about love, don’t know a single thing
And perhaps they’re right, but oh! How it stings!
I’ll admit I know I’ll be okay as time goes by
But listen to me, please: for now, just let me cry
– Juliet Rivor © October 2017
Sometimes all we need is someone to cry with us. Not tell us to stop crying or why it’s a waste of time to cry.More likely than not, we already know. Just be a shoulder to cry on. That’s all we need once in a while.