I've heard that you are pretty.  That you have no need to dress.  I've heard you come easy to those that are in distress.  But still you humor those who try and make the press.  Is your work limitless?  I have seen happiness make you fly.  So for a man who cries and just can't shine,  I feel your loneliness.   Everyone can use you.  They say you are on their side.  Does this even bruise you?  Or are you just some little ride.  Well i wrote this out only to understand.  But you, Poetry can not save me, so try another man.