Thursday, June 9, 2011

Staring at the Glass Mirrored Life of a Broken Soul

"One thing you can't hide-is when you're crippled inside."- John Lennon


The storm comes at night

Sitting there all alone

Shivering in the dark and cold

Not a friend, not as soul to talk to

Not a house to call home

Not a blanket to keep warm at night

But with the morning dawn

Brings a Smile

And everyone thinks he's happy

His smile is so great

But it's just a facade

He's silently begging you to see through

Straight to the garden of his heart and notice.

Notice the wilting sunflowers

The withering plumeria

The dead roses

All that's left are thorns and vines

He needs someone to listen to him and

Whisper in his ear tell me everything

Someone to hug him when he's done and say okay

Someone to restore the life in the garden of his heart

All alone, he needs a friend

And cookies made with laughter