There is more to life,
Then has met your eyes,
Your disguise is poetic…
So pathetic.

But I love the way that you killed me,
Please don’t cry,
I love the way that you healed me,
It made me feel as if I could fly.

I have seen your many faces,
But they all look the same (beautiful),
And your outlook on life is wrong,
What a shame…

But still you are my thread,
When I come unraveled,
Your are my rope,
When I begin to fall.

There may be more for your eyes to meet,
And your disguise may be pathetic,
But it’s perfect,
And you are my everything…my heart…my love.