Sunday, January 29, 2012

To my sad love I stay

To be the one that sits beside
the one that's troubled, balled up inside
can be a place of love reside
though words not make many mountain slides

To be the one that holds the hand
not strike a note or snap a band
the one to witness sadness' brand
and speak the words so subtle bland

The one to simply be beside
not laugh, nor run, or even hide
but give oneself for the ride
and hear the words that one confides
is often best and lived with pride.

- Trish 2012