I first met her in november 2014
and she listened to what was getting me down
and i told her everything about me
and my past including my mam’s illnesses
and how my Dad left when i was 8,
and that even though my family didn’t know,
I was struggling beyond belief.
I would go and see her for the regular reassurance.
June 2016 came and she said
“Go and be wonderful”

Saying goodbye to you
was like autumn. It
just gradually happened
I’m not sure how.

The leaves, changing they
started to look cold and
harsh. Just like you I guess.

The sun shines brighter in
autumn. I think she was
trying to make you warm again.

Her failed attempt, leaves you
not much hope. What a shame.
I wonder if in spring we
will say Hello again?

At the end of time
Will you still be here
Or would the clouds have taken you too soon?

At the end of time
Will your presence still linger
Or would the ocean have stolen it too soon?

At the end of time
Will your soul still remain
Or would the silence have drowned it out too soon?

At the end of time
Will your mind still conquer
Or would the universe have captured it too soon?

At the end of time
Will your beauty still survive?
Or would you let it drift away
And stay with me one more day?

Maybe it is ok that my guiding star has left the constellation

My path needs to lead its own way now.

The flowers will grow and minds will ponder

but my life will be at a stand still.

I will hear voices telling me what to do but my feet take no steps.

That one shining light has taken away any hope.

The snow will lay and silence will rest

and my life of nothing will disappear.

The way the stars still shine bright

even though there is darkness

makes me think that there is a light

that will always break in

the cracks of gloom.

The way the eagles still seem to soar the sky

even though the sky is clouded with grey and dullness

makes me think that there is still

could be something beautiful

out of something so grim.

The way people still form a smile

even though they are going through

the worst heartbreak you could imagine

makes me think that happiness can be formed

from something so awful.

The way the rippling tides still decide to kiss the shore

each day even though there is nothing magnificent

which makes it caress the shore

makes me think that just maybe there is hope

in the world for us to show we are happy even though we aren’t.

I really do hope you have sweet dreams.

  I believe it should fix the broken seams.

  Let all your worries drift away.  

Push them away to the furthest bay.  

I promise that the stars that shine so bright,  

Will make make you happy from this night.

  I want you to know that i do care,

  And that i want to guide you away from despair.

  All i want to do is to help you from above,

  And that your troubled mind is free like the purest dove.

Sometimes i see the people on street
And wonder what they would be like to meet
I want to know about their lives
And if they are happy or sad and why
Especially the people with the smile on their faces
I want to know if they are really happy
And the people with the frowns on their faces
I want to know why they are frowning
I see the families arguing on the high street
I wonder why they are arguing and how they could fix what was wrong
I see the young couple holding hands and i think about if they are in love
Or if the boy is cheating or if the girl is happy in that relationship
I watch society and i wonder
Is
It
Real?