Privilege

by Erin
Written June 8, 2006

I didn’t mean to make you cry.
I hope it’s a happy cry.
Touched your heart, darling.

Emotions don’t make you useless.
Hold them near and express them, dear.
I want to know you feel.

I care. God, is that a crime?
Too great for this world.
You’re a privilege undeserved.

Note: The original has the text sized so that the lines are the same length. I was too lazy to do that.