002. Complicated.002 “Complicated”Consider me complicated; it’s not hard to denyI’m the one who fall’s fast, yes that person is I.It’s out in the open, so now that you knowwhat tear’s me apart, is your sad words of woe.I feel for your pain, and I suffer it’s truemy heart on my sleeve, is the color of blue.I waken at night, when you are asleepconfused by your torment, I silently weep.Relief has no blessing, until you are at peacewhen at last your demons, will finally cease.It punishes me more than you’ll ever realisebut a friend, I will be, in your troubled eyes.
001. Introduction."Introduction""Mother, please don't make me go, I have nothing to wear and besides I'll be bored out of my skull," I said as I rummaged through my closet in a last ditch effort to try and find something ‘nice’, just in case she insisted that I go to this confounded party. It was just going to be adults, sitting around getting tipsy, and talking about nothing that interested me, I sighed! I heard my mother's stern voice from a distance somewhere from within the house "Get ready and I don't want to hear another word about it!" she screamed back.An hour later, we drove in silence to a friend of my mothers home, that she had known since childhood, who was giving a dinner party reunion at a rented hall down a long driveway and across the road from where she lived. We were greeted then lead into her formal sitting room, where the fireplace was lit and her old 'pug' dog was stretched out in a fitful sleep, snorting and writhing about, like it was chasing some feral cat.Wh
Compassion Of The Heart...Come over here and talk to me,I told my little boy."Oh mom I'm mad, my brand new friend,stole my only toy!""My dear sweet son, it pains me so,to see you so upset, but there's one thingyou ought to know, one thing you won't forget.""Please mother tell me, what it isthis thing I ought to mind? Can I buy it, is it newor maybe does it wind?"Ah my son it's nothing new, it's been around awhileIt's something that I always knew, that won't go out of style!Son, it's nothing stores can sell, or put upon a shelf,it's not a truck or Lego set, or some poor garden elf.Son there's some that don't have much,your friend and many more...but we will find another toy,in another store!It's sad of course your toy is gone, theft is never right...but think of how your friend might feel, without a toy in sight.Of course he may have borrowed it, cause friends they often doI mean to say what is a friend? What does that mean to you