Won't you sit with me and
Discuss the world at large?
NO! We won't talk of such
A messy place. We'll talk
About us instead. That seems
A bit more safe…
…
You are eloquent with words,
Beautiful with smiles.
You are rich with the glory
That only real writers know.
You can paint with your glow,
And draw scenery with your words.
You are simple yet satisfied,
You are warm with love,
You have the kind of personality
That no one is suddenly ever born with.
The kind of care you've grown for others
Is something that no one can obtain,
You have to be born with it.
If this world gets too much for you and I,
Maybe together we'll walk out
Hand in hand.
And so what if it's death.
Sometimes, death is the only choice
But not the end of decisions.