Poetic Tales and Philosophical Days: The Creator

Saddness is Not the End

Your tears have coated streams, rivers and lakes; yet your smile is fake like a porcelain mask.
Do not cry for you will flood nothing but saddness into you, let me show you lights that will twinkle your eyes that make you smile.

Your laughter I can hear! Oh yes I hear it on the wind that calls your name but please keep laughing oh great happiness!

Let me paint you a picture that captures your heart and the heat of the moment when a small crack makes the fracture towards the saddness.
Let the light guide your heart yet fall on your shoulders to guide you into the wild wonder of this world.

Your smile has craved canyons and peaks of mountains that the mask of a fake porcelain feelings of lies that shatter as it shows a women behind it who is strong with eyes that twinkle like the stars.

Whisper to me and I will try to drive you on the highway of shooting stars to lead you away from the sea that you have left behind that is melancholy and depressed so far that the negative beings are jealous of the helping hand.