Fixing The Break

Your face compliments my days.
Remorse I feel when you’re wasting away.
Cause sadness is not meant for you.
Smiling wide is how I imagine it too.
Yet times have changed and pieces don’t fit.
To be honest its all gone a bit crooked.
Like hands on a melted clock.
There is a ticking but its from a rock.
More bomb than way of telling time.
Your face is now caked in grime.
Paints the tale of how things have gone.
These new ways have turned out wrong.
Casting you to these soggy streets.
Forcing you to sleep amongst the bleak,
Souls who have become lost along their way.
That was never supposed to be your exit strategy.
Happiness was meant to sprout and grow.
Perhaps if I hadn’t left it might have been different though.
My voice shaking as I take the blame.
As ever you never do take aim.
Rather you just force a smile.
Bringing joy back in to rest.
So here I swear I will right these crimes against,
You that have robbed you of your best.