for the man who pains... so do i.

a thousand slaps, a bruised back...
salined eyes... and a beating
heart..

months have passed since i gave
the burden for you to carry.. i
know the past months have been
to weary for you to keep on. but
still you held your calloused
hands on mine...

what's the pain if it would
release immeasurable butterflies
and rainbows if red arched lips would be the
only answer in every questions
yet to be answered...

what is pain if there is love... a
lot of it..

you have believeth.. though
blinded.
yet, faith has lead you.
i know..time will let me nderstand...

still trying.

as for yourthousand slaps, a bruised back...
salined eyes... and a beating
heart..
i'm really sorry.. i really do