She is deceptive in a wonderful way that you can always mend. Her beautiful smiles holds the answers to the tears she's cried all weekend. Pain is new to her, especially of this sort. This Web of stress and hurt has her caught. She is strong yet, see only her beautiful eyes in the mirror. She wouldn't tell the world what's eating her up inside her. To me pain is a friend who I consider a foe. Lingers so freely all the more. Opens the door to heartache and turmoil. So I share my advice and that's all I can do. I can't really change the situation that's occurred with you. All these gifts of God blessed upon your soul. The moments of togetherness cherish them till you grow old. Respect and love and forgiveness for all the wrong doing and mistakes of the past. Compassion to be shown from the wonderful heart. For the sands of time don't last forever, the fear of losing makes her quiver. She feels weak and feels like things are gone. She knows not her strength and durability to go on. Her soul is beautiful, gentle and mild. The capability to forgive comes from deep down inside. Her laughter now fades, as the sun sets on the day. That Patanjali toothpaste smile needs to rise up again. You cannot blame yourself for the mistake. It's not your fault for the path individuals choose to take. Know that you are perfect the way it was taught to you to be. Forgive and forget is the only remedy. So let not your sadness aid the gloat. That beautiful smile of yours can be your magical cloak.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
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