Author's Note: I'm back..) Hey ho...Are you getting sick of all the angst or sappiness? Or is it just me? Hmm...My fountain of inspiration had been pretty dried up these few weeks...sob Ah well...But, no worries, because, (thank God), I'd penned some stuff during those better days and the only thing that needs to be done is to upload them up..Thanks to everyone who had read my writings..) Yep!
Whenever I turn to you,
You are always looking at me
With the softest smile.
A beautiful smile full of warmth
And great gentleness.
Yet of hidden pain
And sorrows untold.
Am I worrying too much?
It seems to me that with every smile,
You are drifting.
Further and further away.
Withering.
Tormented by a dark past.
That I had no part of.
You had once said
That there is no room for outsiders,
In a world of one's past.
I understand that
I had never been part of it
And could never be.
But, oh how it tears at my heart,
To hear the keening cry of your soul.
And the blood red tears
Flowing from eyes that couldn't cry.
The cross shaped scar,
That is embedded on your left cheek,
Burns.
Scalding hot.
Even in the wintriest of nights.
You hold the happiness of others
In your heart.
And the world on your shoulders.
But what of your own?
You are only a man.
Not God or any heavenly being.
Though, you have the heart
Of the kindest angel.
Different people have different definitions
Of happiness.
What is one's source of happiness,
May not be another's happiness.
For me,
Your smile is my happiness.
You are my happiness.