A Better Tomorrow.

I think I wrote a poem in my head for you.
I hope it comes out on here how I hope it does.

If I had a nickel for every time
Someone has tried to cheer me up
when all I wanted to do
was soak my feet in pity stew
that God has made especially for me
I think I might be as rich
as white chocolate truffles
during Christmas time.

So when someone leans their head
on my shoulder,
my first thought is how much
I like to watch my toes wrinkle
in bubbling hot sadness
"Don't say anything.
Sometimes people just want
you to be there."

But I can tell it's more than that:
I just don't know what to say.

But I know that if I could find
the perfect words
they would be encrusted
with the finest jewels
and I would break my teeth
biting down on them
making sure that they were
the real thing.
I would wrap them in bows and ribbons,
watch your eyes squint
until they disappeared--
because I was the one who gave them to you.

If I found the right thing to say
I think everything would be okay for once.