Teetering on the sill
oh lonely, wilting rose
what makes you seem so ill,
why won't you share your woes?

A blossom’s beauty never dies
Though it’s colors dull and fade
Your lovely to my eyes;
No need to masquerade.

Winter's frost
may chill the bone
but not all is lost
to the unknown.

Darkness may seem scary,
to one who’s eyes can’t see sky.
You need not be so wary,
There are no reasons left to cry.

The storm may seem unending
but do not fret the rain
for soon we will see spring
a-gain

I promise, there'll be sunshine;
This sorrow soon will end.
Please trust in the design;
And believe I am your friend.

Let go of what you lock;
Share with me your worry.
Together we will walk,
Though the way may seem quiet blurry.

Don't fret the road ahead
let me ease you in your travels
Escape with you, your dread,
As the path slowly unravels.

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A/N: Wrote this one July of last year, but it was a little different. I was reading it today and decided to tweak it a little. I think I like it better.