one day your smile will be real, one day you'll want to get out of bed, one day your tears will be of joy, one day you'll say your okay and mean it, wait for that day
A friend of mine told me I write when I’m sad She said it is as if I am in pain And I said when I write it rains When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark And when I stop The birds of the sky sings Coming out to play as the sun is out
~ Romantics find her flawless and the mystics find her wise. The ancients found "The Huntress" in her sharp and searching eyes. Italians say "bela luna" when they look at her and sigh. The cavemen painted pictures as they wondered at the sky. The moon has many faces and her light's a work of art... And to the simple poet... she is tonic for the heart. ~