The leaves are changing,
They crumble in my hands,
Soon the snow will return,
And bury the beautiful sands...

The earth is a beautiful place,
Life being it’s precious gift to you,
So please don’t throw it away,
Celebrate everything you do...

If your heart sings a song,
Make sure it’s real,
Make sure your heart is true,
Not just liking what it sees.

Often feelings are hurt,
Because someone isn’t true,
And people turn out broken,
Because they can’t find someone new.

This may not always happen,
But it sure occurs often,
My black heart reaches out,
To the hurt and the broken.

Of course I can not feel,
You left me with nothing to feel,
But I can be a listener,
And maybe help someone heal.

Maybe if things had been different,
If our hearts hadn’t sang,
We wouldn’t be in this mess,
You wouldn’t have shot me with your words.

If your heart sings,
Be careful with what you do,
If the melody is rare and sweet,
Maybe it could be true.

There was a time,
There was this friend of mine.
They were happy and bright,
They could put a smile on anyone’s face.

There was a time,
When this friend of mine,
Started to die out.

It was like you could see the light in their eyes burn out.
But I didn’t notice.

There was a time, 2:45 am to be precise,
I was awakened by my phone.
There was a message, and my tired eyes focused in on it.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want you to blame yourself, it’s not your fault, I wasn’t good enough.”
My heart raced, my fingers flew, my mind screamed at me to do something.

All I could do is talk, and shake.
Everything drained from me, I felt everything seep out of me in the form of the tears that were pooling on my small phone screen.

“Don’t leave me, you’re my best friend, you’re more than good enough.”

I thought it was too late.
The pills were beginning to settle in their stomach, while mine was knotting.

After I knew they were going to be okay, I sat in my room.
I looked at my reflection in my now dark phone screen.

How could I have been so blind?
Was I a good friend?