Maybe it makes sense to you
In your brain,
But it doesn't in mine.
Must have sounded like rain
In your thoughts.
But it's thunder and lies.
I want to believe that
When you wrote those words
You were Intending some sort of miracle
Some kind of beautiful world.
But ignorance and selfishness
Won't manifest love,
Kindness, greatness or gifts from above.
Because your heart is dark and your words mean nothing;
Just letters on a page,
A child's bear stuffing.