I get praised for my strength,
by almost everyone.
Those that have known me forever,
and those that have just begun.
"You're so strong!
How others, right now, would be
coming undone!"
Don't judge a book by it's cover,
I might jest. Yet, I don't lie often.
I can rise with the sun,
and get much work done.
Talk to strangers with a smile,
and let life continue to run.
But the insides of me are only held together,
because His hand is holding the pieces
much better
than I could ever hope to hold them.
If I'm lucky while I sleep he whispers secrets
to me, on how I should mold them.
And I've learned I won't die from
any of this pain.
But it hasn't stopped the rain.
No, underneath all this strength
I'm really just continuing in vain.
Continuing in hopes some day soon
He ends my pain.
.

I'm not perfect
and you're a liar
but therein lies no
overlapping business.

What I see reaches much higher
and I am never worried.
I took a chance despite
what I knew
as did you.
A chance to put ourselves through
hell on Earth
for the heaven
we might not get to.

Misfortune
and cruel words
might feel as though
it was a waste.

But I never regret anything
and so I have no bad tastes
I hope you look for signs
and find your way
for misfortune in
the form of women
might not always work this way
but for better luck in love
for you I'll always pray.

Blessings
happiness
and your own
garden
are headed your way.

I never thought I'd meet someone
more dramatic than me,
what a sight to see,
all that irony.