She whispers tears
within her lines...
Sometimes hearts connect
for reasons we don't yet know...
It's something about the way
you look into my eyes...
Angel are you tired,
Bandaged or betrayed...
I saw her searching for a similar sign..
With marble-like eyes and a marvelous mind...
Concealed yet united,
with an assumed trust...
I'm a whisper in a dark room
where my words spark smoke...
You were my dad that I once knew,
But little do you know the pain you put me...
I thought I knew
my place in the world...
"I play this trumpet so I can comfort
those in court who can but frown...
In the tomorrows to come
(no matter how many or few...
A kind word,
A comforting touch...