Shoulders for Borrowing

When things don't work out the way we want,

And we want to cry our hearts out

To the point that they would never feel again.

But even after reaching that state,

Tears continue to flow out of control.

If there was a shoulder we could borrow

When we can't find our own.

To rest our tired head and eyes

And let the end of the tears flow into

To soak the rest of those tears.

Arms to hold us in silence,

And wait till all the sadness disappears.