Happier P2

What are you going to do 

WIth your old bones? 

I was on my knees when he found me...

Broken again. 

And his kindness picked me up

His voice filled the holes in my soul

Funny thing is..

The man who was not kind believed in God

And the man who was kind did not.. 

Gentle hands brushed me off

And we reveled together

Perfect strangers

Deep in a penetrating likeness

Fallen against the stars

But warriors

In each other's eye's 

He was everything the other was not 

And he spoke my language 

Of music 

There's something about starting over...

And there's something about finding someone

Who makes your heart stop

And smile 

Knowing

That this time...

It's going to be good. 

 

 

Author's Note