Some souls are in despair;
Broken beyond repair,
Shattered to tiny pieces.
You can only watch and leave spaces.
Or perhaps you can do
A little something that is true:
Be kind like an undisturbed pond,
Be soft like the afternoon clouds.
Two thing we often overlook,
It's beauty and warmth got you hooked.
I'm not a fan of by the book.
I'll live life by hook or by crook.
Supplying comfort like a cold pillow,
My heart's in mellow, marshmallow.
Warm like the color yellow,
Eyes up and never below.
