Bitter as sour cream

Bitter as sour cream

A Poem by Tiny Drop



I don't understand your words when you scream
I hear your cries but they don't make sense to me
I don't see what you see, I don't feel what you feel
Your tears are salty and yet bitter like a lemon, sour to the core.

You used to have such a lovely smile, such a vibrant way to live
You brightened up a room as soon as you spoke
You used to have this spark in your eyes which followed you everywhere.

Now you grew up, you're a mere shell of who you used to be
Maybe it's not your fault, the world turned you into what you are
It beat you up into the ground in a bloody mess of broken memories and big round tears.

I wish I could save you from the world, from yourself
So I pray that someone will pick you up in its arms and wash all your sorrows away
Because I can't, I don't know how to
My job description doesn't read "mender of broken hearts and memories"
And sometimes I feel like if I tried I would only make it worse.

So I simply hear you, try to make sense of your thoughts for you
Listen to your troubles until you're satisfied and give you all my love even if in subtle ways
I sob with you even if you don't see or hear it.

I wish I knew but I don't know how to fix your broken heart, your ruined childhood
I hope one day you'll be able to forget this
And turn into the beautiful untamed butterfly that I know you will become
Until then I wish you know that I'm here even if you're too proud to ask
Even if I'm a coward who does not know how to make anything better
Even when I'm mean because I'm tired
Even when you're mean because you're tired
I'll be here for you.




Because I love you with all your grace and flaws
my dear beloved
Bitter sour cream.

© 2017 Tiny Drop



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Words of deep sympathy, of deep pain, the transformation of a soul from light into darkness. There is nothing so sad as seeing the life of one who once had joy becoming sorrow, the suffering of loss, of scars, of all that is brutal in this world. Your words of devotion, of love help lift the final lines to a place of hope, even in the shadows.

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Tiny Drop

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I keep being swept away by your words, Owl, it's astonishing, for no matter what, your words ring tr.. read more
An owl on the moon

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Dear poet, I truly understand. There have been such dark, diseased pathways I've walked through. And.. read more



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Words of deep sympathy, of deep pain, the transformation of a soul from light into darkness. There is nothing so sad as seeing the life of one who once had joy becoming sorrow, the suffering of loss, of scars, of all that is brutal in this world. Your words of devotion, of love help lift the final lines to a place of hope, even in the shadows.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tiny Drop

3 Weeks Ago

I keep being swept away by your words, Owl, it's astonishing, for no matter what, your words ring tr.. read more
An owl on the moon

3 Weeks Ago

Dear poet, I truly understand. There have been such dark, diseased pathways I've walked through. And.. read more

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