Belong

Standing outside,

Staring into my eyes.

Her eyes,

As if waiting to tell me how she has been hurt before,

Her broken heart sounds like an waving ocean.

You're a lover of an ocean,

The ocean,

It seems calm.

But you cannot predict the storm.

It takes courage,

To sail in the ocean.

If you're a true lover;

Stay there,

As it may not be there for a long time.

Take her broken piece in your hand

See if it weighs heaver than the wave 

Stay,

Maybe the storm might be an illusion 

To see if you'll be there not only at her best

But with in her worst too.