Warm tears
Cold heart

Soft hands
Hard head

Open mind
Closed lips

Angry words
But happy thoughts

At what point do things get confusing

Around the time you agree to be human

But disaster strikes
As did the first emotional blow

You cry all the time
But no one knows
Why
Or when

You begin to believe that you should accept life for what it is

For however long

If not forever.

-LolaBee