The howling storm
Tore across the lovely rose petals
Only thorns remain

So many words
Yet, so few which soothes the heart
Brevity is the key

when a person smiles it such a lovley face
makes the world seem bright and such a lovely place
fills you up with gladness makes you feel so free
there upon face for everyone to see.

troubles disappear worries go away
makes the world a better place if only for a day
just a little smile thats all you have to do
a smile can do much  bring happiness to you.

Whenever I think about writing
I always think about water
Drip Drip Drip
An ebbing tide
My thoughts melt and disperse
A damp day
Soft drizzle
I am the fog carried listlessly over an open ocean
Hitherto

It's like hearing the ticking of a time bomb
But not able to find where it’s coming from  
Until you put your hand to your chest
And then you realize
That the bomb is your heart
And the tick, ticking
Is
Its
Beat.

How can I hold you up
when I'm
                        drowning too.