I wipe my cheeks moist with dew
Droplets of time are washed away
I find myself thinking of you.
Pitter patter on the ground
That is where my heart is found.I close the doors to my eyes
Sweeping tears I have cried.
A mask bestowed upon me now
I have no answers to why or how.
Peeking out from inside
This wound is open far and wide.
To rid myself of this grief
My thoughts of you must be brief.
To shed this heart of its thorns
I must believe- Friendship between us can be reborn.
