The Broken One
The tears I shed are not for me,
Even though I broke my heart just recently.
They slide down my cheek for an angel I know,
Who lost his wings and now only weeps.
Although he hides it with his smile,
His deep brown eyes reflect it all.
So he comes and lies in my embrace,
And kisses me gently on my head,
And sweetly on my lips.
With a soothing hand upon my hips
He thinks he has me fooled.
That all is right and well, in his dreary, troubled world.
But all I know is the truth...
He's only trying to find some peace,
Deep within his troubled soul.
My sweet and gentle broken one
My heart still bleeds for you.
Copyright © Rochelle-Mari Smith | Year Posted 2014
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