I would give up a lung if you asked me to
‘Cause I can live without one

And I would give up the other if you asked me to
‘Cause I can’t live without you

I would give up my brain if you asked me to
‘Cause I can go on without it

But I couldn’t give up my heart if you asked me to
‘Cause that is something you have already taken

Finally finding something I love and will love for a while
Finally finding something I love and will love for a while that my friend loves too
Finally finding something I love and will love for a while that everyone will love
Finally finding something I love and will love for a while and finally realizing it’s not for me
Finally finding something I can no longer love and realizing no one will love it if its trash
When will I find something I love and will love for a while that will make me happy?

I am in a house but not a home.
Home has gone away.
I’m in a house but without my friends.
Home is far away.

What would you do if you had no one to talk to?
No one to speak your mind to?
What would you do if you were alone?
Alone in your so-called home.
Because

I am in a house but not a home.
Home has gone away.
I’m in a house but without my friends.
Home is far away.

I find
That humans
And flowers
Often are one in the same

Both beautiful
Both lasting
Not long

I find
That humans
Are often  better than flowers
You can find comfort
And you can talk

Both beautiful
Both lasting
Not long

I find
That flowers
Are often better than humans
You can find comfort
In the quiet

What happens to a flower left unpicked?


Can it feel?
Like a person does when left out?
Or is it unaware-
Like a confused child
Does it feel its neighbors absence?
Or just go on with life-
Like it doesn’t care


Maybe it just sways
Like the trees in the wind


Or does it feel?