I miss when you were kinder to me
Maybe you never were
Or maybe
Maybe
Maybe
Im just too soft
And this world is much too cruel to us
...
But that’s okay because you still smell of dead roses

I look to the sky,
And I see,
One half is beautiful,
Blue and pink clouds,
A beautiful full moon,
Perched just above,
And then I look to the other half,
Stormy clouds,
You can see the rain,
Dripping slowly like tears,
I look back and forth for a while,
Then, when I look at the stormy half,
I see just beyond it,
Beauty,
Past the dark clouds,
I see the sun,
Poking through beautiful clouds,
Pink and blue,
It was just hidden at first,
By the dark, stormy, rain of hurt.

Being kind isn't being weak,
Having mercy isn't weak,
Acknowledging the strength of others,
Is mercy and kindness,
And a brave person acknowledges the strength of others.