Our friends always bring the best of us...
 
Soothe me (V. Smith)

Sometimes you are storm,
but today you're dew drops
over a thirsty red flower
who needs more than water
to survive

Maybe she is dry from crying
all those mourning tears
for something
she will never understand

Will she ever be able
to use her magical seashell
and listen to the ocean song
she locked into her purple box?

yes, she is a chameleon
changing colors every time
someone comes closer
when all she really wanted
was to change the world she lives

she is singing songs
no one can listen
she is writing letters
no one will read

waiting on summer to come someday
with eyes so open to the dark
reading the soothing words
that took the tears away...

For Tayo