Could you turn my pain
into love again
Could you touch my skin
like a drop of rain

Please, don't treat me
like an unknown person
Please, let me be happy
in your prison

Could you hear me, please?
Would you answer me, please

Do you still enjoy the sunset
as we did before
Do you remember me there yet
or not anymore

No, I can't deal
with my emotion
No, I won't stop my eyes
to be an ocean

Would you relive my memories
Could you fix my broken heart, please

Do you miss me
as I miss you in the moonlight
Do you cry for me
as I do for you every night

I can't live
with this pain of separation
Day after day
I'm falling into the omission

Could you feel me, please?
Will you come back to me, please?

Hello again
It’s me
Soph-ie

Tomorrow I’m going to therapy
I’m really nervous

But I’m gonna do really well
I’ll be comfortable
And maybe make new friends?

Help me through this if you can

But either way I will do it
And I will stay strong

I’ve been working on myself
And they will see

In my time of need, you thoughtless
Of me and did less to help, regardless
Of the things I did for you when you
Were down when life got the best of you.

With no one else left to help me I turn
To my creator as a last recourse then
He heard my cry in the night and like a mighty
Warrior with a shepherd's staff, he rescued me that

Night. Since then I have been secure and never
Want for a thing and I feel loved forever;
Because he shelters me from harm and reckless
People that just don't care and are heartless.

Here you are today on my doorstep hurt
And in need, I thought of the past and it hurt,
I just could not help you this time, thus
When I started to close my door

My conscience got the best of me and
I gave in to it and let you in and did
Not let you down either; because I will rather
help and be hurt than not help again.

Be patient, wait, listen, be still, be kind, think of others more than your own self, give a smile to everyone, drink your coffee and thank the barista, tip the waitress, donate $10 to the Red Cross, buy a rose for your wife, read a poem of Keats, listen to a piece of Mozart and be grateful you are blessed

This spring I learn something new
I wanted to share it with just a few
Folks here; then I realized to spew
It out without rhyme is not poetic: true.
If you're still reading this and you
Are not bored by it. Wink wink. The pursuit
Of happiness, start with one or two
Smiles a day: this is called baby steps progress.
That’s what I learn you probably knew it too.

I will always speak
of you kindly, but I won't
recall you that way.

12:06 AM
16/10/21