Poetry

Weird how life works

how God arranges coincidences

like three golden roses

to link us together

after she passed away

consolation, I suppose

though nothing can take the pain away

yeah, it's been a year

but not a moment passes

where you aren't on my mind,

so I peer through rose colored glasses

trying to put on a smile,

I tried to fake it for awhile

but every plaster mask does break

cracks form with time

and now I can no long fake

I don't tell people,

and they don't ask,

it's better, I guess

it makes my life less of a task

though sometimes having someone to talk to

someone who understands...

on one of my bad days,

they act as a helping hand

behind a screen, no one knows

the words you say are said with tears in your eyes

seeming like your laughing

when it's really just a bunch of lies

only two people identify

and know what it is like

two people I can talk to,

who make me feel fine.