SmileSome days I find it so hard to smile,
Then I look up to see your smiling face.
The imagination in your quaint eyes,
Makes my pulse race.
Some days I find it so hard to breathe,
Then I open my lungs to all the air.
The oxygen clears the fear from my mind,
And leaves me bare.
Some days I find it so easy to smile,
Even when things around me are broken.
I hear the pain in the parents blue words,
So soft spoken.
Some days I find it so easy to breathe,
Through the thick fog, the bitter thoughts of life.
The hostile images fill the air,
With unadulterated strife.
SophieSophie don't you worry,Sophie2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
your pretty little mind.
These monsters aren't in your closet,
they only hide in mine.
I know it must be scary,
to see them make me cry.
But I promise they won't touch you,
and I promise I'm just fine.
Sophie you can sleep now,
I'll turn your night light on.
When you wake in the morning,
these monsters will be gone.
I'll sing you a lullaby,
if you would only close your eyes.
Focus on my voice,
everything will be alright.
Sophie have you finally,
given in to sleep?
Forcing them inside myself,
these monsters I will keep.