Blank thoughts and vacant stare
sitting down on your chair
With head buried down so low,
like grandpa on his 80’s
With wrinkles and worries, the look you never wanted to show.
The coffee mug on your hand, half empty and half full
Never have I seen,
You always loved finishing what you started
Yet here you are, slouching..
Gnawing pain down your stomach,
But what hurts is your heart…
Its not ageing but you are having a hard time
Giving your engine a start.
A hero, to my rescue
You are more than my superstar
I can always trust you, and I know you can
grab that second chance
But Sometimes I cry,
And I cry.. because its hard to see you try..
Sometimes I cry because you never share the pain you hide..
Just sometimes I cry, I cry
because you make me believe your “Beautiful lies”..