The strum of your friendship
is the acoustic joy to my heart.
Your sense of humor, never flat,
can always make me laugh.
You're the soloist among the symphony,
surpassing all the rest.
The tune of your heart in harmony
with mine conducts a sweet melody.
Just like chords, our friendship is unchangable,
yet each moment we are togetherm produces
a new song for our album.
The playlist grows with each new beat of our hearts.
As long as the symphony of time carries on,
the music of my best friend will flow.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Beating Broken based on a painting by Rembrandt
She searches the waters for her reflection
Searching for the days that used to be care free.
When she was happy. Hopeful. Enthusiastic.
The ripples contort her reflection,
but they still can’t hide the bruises.
She’s searching. Searching for answers.
Answers to why? Why whiskey is his oxygen?
Why he beats her? hates her? uses her?
They were happy. loving. living.
She holds onto the promises of tomorrow.
So she stares, deep into the waters.
Deep into her soul.
Searching for the days that used to be care free.
When she was happy. Hopeful. Enthusiastic.
The ripples contort her reflection,
but they still can’t hide the bruises.
She’s searching. Searching for answers.
Answers to why? Why whiskey is his oxygen?
Why he beats her? hates her? uses her?
They were happy. loving. living.
She holds onto the promises of tomorrow.
So she stares, deep into the waters.
Deep into her soul.
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