Poem: Something Beautiful

Where did you go?

I really do not want to know.

I just notice that you were gone.

I truly do not care, but I would like to know.

So, will there be tears?

Will I rain on your parade?

I hope so then maybe something beautiful will grow.

Poem: Grow and Burn

I can see clearly now.

My eyes are open to all the disaster that I have cause.

The storm that weathers my soul is starting to set free.

The fire that burns deeps in your heart, can cool off with mine.

I have given you water to nourish and grow.

Now it is up to what you want to show.

I done my best to make you well.

Let see what the sun can do to make you grow.

How much longer can this burn?