It scared me when I finally did it.
The pressure hit...

Brand new is what you were
perfectly formed in every way...

Each secretly wept tear
Breaks a precious smile...

As I sit here my mind drifts back to those years
When sadness was all but a few quiet tears...

(I wrote this poem about 4 yrs ago, about the lake...
The sun shone through the light spring rain...

A clown wears a mask
to make people laugh...

There's no more laughter for you to hear
Every smile replaced by a tear...

It's just a scratch
one small scratch...

I'm painting a picture of you
the person i used to see...

I couldn't stop it
I was drowning in the urge...

Standing on the edge of the bridge
Looking down on the track...

Come here
And I'll whisper a story in your ear...