I thought about doing a valentines day blog but I mean what can I say that no one else has said already. Though I have found a girl who doesn’t like this holiday to much I still do something for it. The reason I do this is that my father doesn’t like valentines day, and though I love my father I don’t want to be him. So here is a poem that I decided to make for this day.
I see the world in photographs
Something different every time
Not exactly the same vision
That you and I designed
But then I met this girl
With a little violin
Said she could heal the world
By playing a song of peace
I never understood what she meant
I didn’t get the memo the world was broken
But if you say it is then fine
She smiled at the ground looking at the violin
“Not right now!” She said with excitement
“But one day you will need healing
My violin and I will help”
She began to paint a picture
I soon understood what she meant
This world wont last forever
Healing broken seams
Then I see her there
Beyond the picture frame.
She lay there on the ground
Tears rushing down her face.
“Why shed tears while you heal the world.”
My curious mind would ask.
“I cry because I know my violin wont heal the world, But hope is what keeps me going that maybe that will change.”
I still begin to see the world in different photographs.
But the girl is stuck in mind
Her message pure and innocent
That she could play a song of peace
Hoping to heal the world completely.