i wish to begin this with you
sitting on the end of a bed
feet on the floor
elbows on your knees
face in your hands
wet with tears
from your big blue eyes
head filled with every moment
you felt loved
when you loved
putting everything into you heart
and causing it to break
under the pressure
to have you think
it didn't have to end
if you had done something
different
to have there never be enough answers
for the questions you ask
and to find doubt now
in every thought you have
i want to begin this there
in the same spot i was
when you said goodbye
you felt loved
when you loved
TRUTH.
(under the pressure
[to have you think)
it didn't have to end]
BEAUTY.
John Keats once wrote, and he's very popular for writing this: "Beauty is truth, truth beauty. That is all ye know in this world and all ye need to know." I disagree completely.
pessimism = realism
optimism = realism
pessimism = realism = optimism
pessimism = optimism