Oh darling, repetitions and lies,
Are they all that you could see?
Truth may be disguised behind words,
But those of mine, are heart scratched words.
My heart can feel truth beyond sight,
And I see the chocolate sweetness behind every eye.
Why is it that so few movies today have a happy ending?
Why is it that so few poems today
Are not of anguish or torn heart?
Why do so few people
Notice not the blooming flowers
Or the lovely colored landscape
And admire nature's simple beauty?
Journalism of today seem to focus only on the extremes;
And the outrageous;
The heartbroken minds;
And of moments without happiness.
Why is it that the simple beauties of this world we all live in
Are so hard to express?
That's why I am here,
For reason I have taken upon myself,
To give, to share,
To show the way to care.
So upon speaking the reason I write,
I hope that within the shattered pieces that once made up your heart,
You'd find the piece that holds the very essence of