A hidden truth

I have hope

I will admit when you smile I see the sun shining onto me but just like the sun I could never hold you. When I shine my light at you it always seem to reflect like a broken mirror even with your cracks and missing pieces I still love more then you would ever know. That's why I call you my son because it seems like every time I touch you I get burned yet every mark you leave me with tears never follow only hope a hope some day I could hold the sun...