A small crack in a bathroom tile
You aren’t perfect
But you make me smile

A gifted mind
With a weight to bear
I hate when people
stare
But hopefully my presence makes it
A little easier

I can hold some of your bags

I’ll like you no matter what
Riches or rags
No matter the heartache

This feels like a worthwhile endeavor

Your scars are not burdens,

They are lessons you have learned.

Despite your wishes to give up
Your feelings you wish to sever

Sometimes happiness has to be earned.

Take my hand and with it
The wheel is turned

Fortune cannot be controlled
But within our busy days a constant remains

Monster and Lemon boy
Their future untold.

Let the story
Unfold.