You seek solace whenever you can,
you with your tearful eyes,
and your waylaid plans,
you seek solace wherever you can,
hurt by women,
hurt by men,
you seek solace but you have cut yourself off,
but if you gave me a chance,
then I would try to understand,
and of your sensitivities and shy ways,
all I can see and all I can understand,
are the tears in your eyes,
tears you cry,
and over what and who knows why,
but all I see is the wreckage inside,
reflected by the teardrops in your eyes,
and as I sit here alone,
and you try to hide amongst the broken pieces of your life,
I hope you will get better soon,
and may God speed the healing of your heart,
and of your mind,
because I have been there,
been there a thousand times,
and everyone is so different,
and life is so complex,
and what a work of art is the heart,
even in the darkest of times,
and what a maze is the mind,
for in it you seek solace with your tearful eyes,
and my smiles are yours,
and I hope they soften you,
and bring you some kind of peace of mind,
because I would do anything for you,
to bring you some sunshine and to lighten your mood,
because better are the days,
better are the days,
when we share our burdens together as one,
together, under the gloriousness of the shining sun.