My Tummy

My shoulder are too high for you,

Just find consolation below,

Take my belly as your pillow,

Don’t be shy for tear drop to show.

Cry for a moment as you wish,

Later will be better than this,

As insanity is released

You heart will be free from madness.

I know and feel you deep inside,

There is a war wage by your pride,

Let your head on my tummy ride,

Until such brawl within subsides.

May the tear drops clear up your sight,

To offer a way to the light.

That may ease the lonesome dark night,

Inside your little yet big heart.