Tears

I used to cry all the time,

I was just hoping for a change,

Felt like everything was another mountain to climb.

I wanted to be saved

by someone better than me, to clear my skies of the clouds.

That was all I craved.

The tears became too wet,

and I was all alone.

Then you came and lit your cigarette.

You made things change but not the tears,

The tears became happy,

I don't think the sadness will fade for many years.

It follows me around like a weighted shadow,

an ache that never leaves,

Except for when I'm with you, when everything is orange and yellow.