I have a beautiful pen but
Nothing to write with it.
I have a beautiful heart
But pains seem to precede it.
I called it a beautiful year
But sickness has been leading on.
I want that beautiful home
But can’t figure how to get that
done.
done.
I want that beautiful love but I
myself
myself
Have traded it for something else.
I want that beautiful friend to
whom
whom
I can run to and be free to talk
to.
to.
I want that beautiful joy, so that
I can effortlessly smile all day.
I can effortlessly smile all day.
I want that beautiful hand that
Pats me to comfort when I’m down.
I want that beautiful eyes that’ll
Look at me generously and calm.
I need that beautiful mouth
that’ll
that’ll
Smile at me in assurance that all
is well.
is well.
I’d like those beautiful words
that brings
that brings
Comfort and peace to the heart.
I want that beautiful life that
might
might
Not be stress free but free of
worries.
worries.
How do you define beauty, when you
are full and satisfied?
are full and satisfied?
Can I ever have it all beautiful?
Or how else do I explain life?
YOU TELL ME…
written by Olusanya Rebecca