If poetry feeds the soul...

no wonder I'm such a skinny bugger!

*shushes yu chan*


The One

If I can't be,
your burning sun;
if I can't be
that special one,

then I'll be the wind,
that soothes your soul.
The calm in the air,
that keeps you whole.

I'll be the warmth,
that fills the empty space.
The whisper that puts
smiles on your face.

I'll be the gentle breeze
that dries your tears.
The cleansing air,
that clears your fears.

I'll be the soft echo,
of your tinkling laughter.
The calm before the storm,
and your strength after.

If you ever feel,
no one's there to care.
Close your eyes.
The wind is always there.