Elavator Music For The Soul

She says my poetry is like...
Elevator Music For Her Soul...
Little do she know..
I'm trying to elevate her...
And if possible save her soul...

She says my poetry is like...
Therapy for her ears...
Even though she's standing right here...
She doesn't realizes...
It's her pain behind my words that she hears...


She says my poetry is like...
The rhythm of her heart...
Sadness played it part...
Leaving it hollow...
So now there I hide my art...

She says my poetry is like...
Dessert for her eyes...
I know the sun hides behind grey skies...
And even though she doesn't say...
I know her smile is just a disguise...