Your supposed to be my best friend's ,
I can tell you's anything...
The most painful wound
is the relief less one...
So many words in the English language,
Yet, we're standing here in complete silence...
You say you want me to write happy prose
but anyone who knows me, knows me at all, knows...
Hold my hand,
Hold it tight...
This is a child's prayer,
My shout into the void...
Restless nights for a tired soul
Dreams disturb a worn mind...
I still search for you in the crowds,
Under the canopy of green leaves...
I'll just try to explain how I feel the best way...
Honestly though, this is something I myself don't...
My religion is the love shared
between me, my wife and children...
My tummy explodes
with colourful fireworks of giggles...
I wrote you a letter today
But I didn't send it...