Take this palate; it’s for your face.
It’s for the mind that you wear
Needlessly when everything
Can be solved with just a little
Tweaking—a touch of the keys
Or a heart softly reconsidering
It’s beating.
Your problems will be solved soon.
Just leave behind your story
Before you sentence yourself
To a fatal pile
Of remorse and ruins reminiscing
What you once remembered you might have had.
Though no one is ever sure anymore.
Come back and finish
What you started
And if you must die, please just
Let me say goodbye.