pave it over with cement
not a bandaid,
Maybe then it will heal

I'm tired of being the strong one,
having to hide mascara stained tissues at the bottom of the trash.
For once, I'd like to be the one with
a head on a shoulder
crying over nothings.
When do the strong get to be the weak?

This smile that makes your day...
This undaunted smile that seem to say.
Show me yours too so we both could play,
On a plane where everything is fine...
Everything's okay...

This smile that reaches out to you...
With nothing but invisible arms.
Caresses your eyes and draws you in.
Entices you with the sweetest charms.

Whispers you tales of a brightly lit future;
Where we're trapped in dance with each other...
Supporting...
Leading...
Lifting and,
Seducing one another...

Let the music ring clear,.
Over the thumping of our heartbeats...
Aggressively segmenting, framing the dance into seconds that would elapse.
Like two duelists entranced into committing tender jousts and retreats.

But know that...
This smile screams only lies.
For it is but a routine mask.
So well worn and adequately rehearsed...
You'd never see the need to ask.

Instead you'd just allow yourself be taken,
To a place where the tide gently beats...
Upon the shore our two ailing hearts.
A place where earth and sky would meet.

When in fact,
It hides the turmoil and agitation.
Guarding the storm that brews incessantly.
Continuously threatening
To breach this shared sanctity with me.

A haven would've then be erected.
That very instant we allowed...
This dance of smiles
From time of first contact to the time we bowed.

This smile... Only took a second
To paint a peaceful picture upon my face.
Free from the pressures building behind my pursed lips.
Just take this smile so that in that second,
We could get lost in the promise of a heavenly place...

Only by watching him and falling in love with what he did
Did I realize that I need to be working far harder to Be able
To do what he does in my own future, a dream come true

See Seesaw Sea, Swing in ecstasy
Rhythmic tides, Rhyming strokes
Soothing breeze, Pleasing nodes
Surfing banks, Boxing waves
Tiding ebbs, Ebbing tides
Unabated buzz, Ferry minds
Merry crowds, Downing sun
Cooling beach, Evening dawns
Immolating sun, Immortal journey

On double shift,
Off side wakeup call,
On side adieu  
Pushed up moon as a parting gift
On alighting night
Good oh the heavens!
Kudos to the Ocean Park.

I am here now,
empty handed and barefoot,
but somehow
able to see things again.

By some miracle
perhaps ,
my desire was tempered
by the Friend's whispering,
so that I may be a better friend
to you.