A selection of papers to rummage through
has one sitting on the floor for hours.
That bookmark says what may be true
but was there a reason in doing so?
What had been done, what had been said
to make you feel you needed to write that?
Were you weak before and found someone strong
to pick you up and use as your personal cure?
For self-doubt and insecurity..
What can the true reason be?
Perfection does not meet with such a hurtful end
and knowing this is true one must confess
that they are not at all perfect nor will ever be.
True happiness cannot be bought
nor stolen from one who doesn't want it taken.
Rest assured the day will come
That a welcome victim wants to lose
the the selfish part that is hidden away.
Until that day the thief can dream
of that thing he couldn't take.
Smile over a heavy heart
and wash your face clean
of the pain that shows so clear.
