I shall call you,
Miss Loneliness,
In your laceless little dress,
You; glorified red mess,
Leave soon before I obsess,
Pulled me into an abyss,
But you missed,
I shan't miss you,
Or will I?
Adieu

I  will sing,
For all the quiet and everyone that is blind,

I will live,
To shout in front and not be mute behind,

And If I die,
remember everything I heard and see,
remember most of all,
with youth by my side,
That I died free

Two lovers who never quite were,
Two perfect matches never lit aflame,
One burned out and left in a blur,
One saved spark and stayed the same.

...

                     Never ever settle,

                       Never not give,


                      For what is death,
      But the Universe's challenge to truly

                                Live?