A soul so precious it's aura gold
Yet stained with sadness untold
In life's waves is tossed
Still keeps good spirits
Despite all he has lost
He is rain on a hot summer day
Heart beating underneath shades of grey
Band-aid to cushion wounds no one else seemed to see
Healed with one kiss from him effortlessly
But now he wears armor over his own skin
Preventing new love from seeping in
And I don't think I can break through to his soul
Without ripping a gigantic unmendable hole
I want to see what's inside
My life is like an iPad, once so full of energy and light.
Once so quick to learn, to play, to grow.
And then –
The light flickers out.
Why would anyone see something in it?
Why would anyone try to mend the unmendable?
— The End —