~Untitled II~ By: Dionne |
Our minds are confronted with confused dreams and undetermined thoughts, trying to compete with a war in which our hearts have annually fought. Warm, fragile tears take a slow, steady stroll down my distressed cheeks. A happy smile, and a heart laden with fulfillment, has not shown it's hidden face in long and weary weeks. To have a friend; to be comforted, To have a friend to help my confusing thoughts be confronted, To bring the hopeful faith back to my heart. To help me through new fears and fresh tears; to earn a new start. When a dim light has broken through the thick gloom; when the tables have turned and that friend's faith is awaiting in a black mist of loom, I will be the shoulder that they cry on, the ears that will listen, and the voice of compromise, I will be the heart and soul that they are looking to confide in, and the hope that brings back the pride that glistened in their eyes. |