What you were grieved me

searching for a comfort zone in your face
i found nothing but misery
stamping its tracks all these years long

why would i want to lean on you
to get consolation i thought
and yet i would not be consoled,

instead, what you were grieved me too much

*i wish i could be your consolation, instead of you be mine, to get rid of that wrinkles and unforgetable sad expression in your face. why? you should be stronger than me, not the other way around.*