Time to let go of the pain,
the broken songs that you used to play,
on that guitar battered and bruised,
a witness to your many heartaches
and numbered sadness.
Strum a different tune,
one of beauty indescribable.
Let the notes take form
and the words pour forth
from lips that have tasted
the sweetness of a kiss so tender.
Make music out of love,
sing a story from your beating heart,
let the world hear the joy dying to escape
the tender smile that creeps
on your face so used to frowns,
and let them see what love can do,
when given without waiting,
without asking for anything in return.
-The Elusive Scribe 071213-
If I could chase those shadows that flit and float
behind those dark brooding eyes of yours,
I will capture them and disperse them into the light
to banish the hidden pains and hurts that I saw
as I gaze upon the naked truth I read from your eyes.
If I could take away the doubts and fears that fill your heart,
I will gladly rip them from their tenacious hold
then mend the scars they leave behind.
With caring and loving hands I bear
until the bleeding stops and you’re ready to heal.
If I could remove the sadness that you bear on stooped shoulders,
I will cast them aside so you can look up with a smile.
For I know the burdens you carry are heavy,
but need I remind you that you’re never alone
no matter how you push me aside?
-The Elusive Scribe 062613-
What’s a little pain every now and then?
Even when you bleed, wounds do heal.
Scars can get left behind
along with their memories,
but the pain you can keep inside,
under a lock and key.
What’s a little hurt from time to time?
You’re alive hence you feel.
But the hurt can disappear if you allow it to,
and replace it with something better,
even when you feel like there is nothing
that will make you smile once more.
What’s a little bit of goodbyes,
when lovers go their separate ways?
When the morrow might bring a bit of rainbow
after the rain?
Bringing solace after all the hurt and pain.