Only
Tim Burton
Can
Make it
Look Cute

Do not cry for me.
Don't you dare shed a tear.
I will be okay, as I am free.
Being lonely is no longer my fear.

I wish you wouldn't weep,
or drown yourself in sorrow.
Lost emotions, hidden, deep.
It will all be okay tomorrow.

Wipe your face,
Put on your disguise.
Though tearing up with gentle grace,
I still find beautiful sparkling eyes.

Forgiveness is like a pimple,
Nowhere near as cute as a dimple.
It will hurt when you pop it.
Yet the emotions stop it.
But you fixed the problem; simple.

My favorite thing,
more than anything
is being outside.
Not around people,
or buildings
being able to enjoy nature.
Listen to a slow running river,
Watch trees blow gently in the wind,
Feel the soft damp grass,
Taste the cool morning air,
Smell the pine around me.
Its satisfying,
peaceful.
It is here,
that I find myself.
For once,
I can feel as if I home.
Among the trees,
the bushes,
the flowers,
that´s the Nature of things though,
isn't it?