Feel

I hope your heart, will spin out of control

Dizzy and sick, falling in a deep hole.

Deep in sadness, always never enough

Losing your worth, not a diamond, but rough. 

I hope you cry, until your brown eyes close

Dream then wake up, by a thorn of a rose.

Smile all day, then feel low when alone

Hear one song, then feel the cuts that were sown.

Smell memories, of fresh cookies and love

vanilla, fruit, or all of the above. 

But most of all, I pray that you can heal

My broken heart does not want you to feel...

How I feel. 

-Belle Rose