Your grief is fine.
But when I see your tears,
I’m really scared. I wanted to protect you,
To save you from your troubles and your fears
And also never wanted to upset you.
It’s happiness for me to see you smile
When you daydream about some love or freedom
So I take care about you for a while,
Until you find your own sort of Eden.
Your grief is fine.
But it’s a thing I hate.
When you are blue, I feel some kind of anger.
I realise, it’s not a normal state
And in your heart I cannot be commander:
It’s our life, which, maybe, is unfair,
Which is someway unbearable and crappy.
You have a right to fall into despair,
Your grief is fine...
But I wish you were happy.
(16.01.2017)
Your grief is fine
© Copyright: Елизавета Буравлева, 2017
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