I read a poem by a friend and the pain in his words, stuck out in my mind. So this is for him.
Faith, trust, hope, love,
Giving all for somone else,
Putting her before yourself,
Until she broke your heart.
Life is short,
To short to waste,
On those who open our hearts,
To only have a taste.
Forver seems like a dreamers dream,
No chance for that, in reality,
The dreamer must now, only dream,
For he lost his ability, to believe.
Lost his faith in his own heart,
In its ability to believe in love,
For the one he wanted most,
Flew away on a beautiful white dove.
But hope is far from lost,
You need only to find light,
Need to find that special girl,
Who makes you smile bright.
She could be near,
She could be far,
She could be close enough,
To already know your heart.
Out of the dust,
Out of the fire,
An angel will come,
Reigniting your desire.
Before you know it,
The angel will claim your heart,
But fear not dear child,
She cared right from the start.
You can trust the angel,
With the pieces of your heart,
When it comes to doing puzzles,
She is a master.
She can rebuild it,
She can reinstilll your faith,
She can make you whole again,
Make your heart, again complete.
This could be,
The rebirth of a shattered heart,
The chance for you, to finally,
Wave goodbye to the past.
Angela M OBrien
13/03/2012