If I wrote a suicide note,
Would it rhyme with a tune? Would it joke?
If i was to write it to you, would you understand?
Would you think it penned with a selfish hand?
what if I said “It is for you.”
To set you free and never be blue.
Words, just words unless floated from you lips,
the force of their impact, like a sinking ship.
And sometimes my gaze is deep into space.
and it reminds me of your expressioned face.
and into that space the twinkle of stars,
Gleeming and shinning and dancing with mars.
and your eyes, the fault to a perfect peace
exploding with love and hate and caprice
But I can’t Give up. For far too much.
Just knowing there’s a chance for that loving touch.
So I’ll sit here in piece, byding my time.
’till hell freezes over and you are mine.
