If I talk about pure happiness, would you be smiling with me?
If I walk out of the darkness, would you dare to see me?
If I drop the gun on the ground, would you take a bullet for me?
If I make up an excuse or a lie, would you forget that or me?

If I tell you something weird, would you laugh forever with me?
If I escape from my own world, would you care to still find me?
If I break a couple of rules, would you break 'em all with me?
If I sing some awful Blues, would you sing along or just shun me?

If I write a simple poem, would you know that it's from me?
If I write another poem, would you know that it's for you to see?
If I write endless poems, would you realize how fine we could just be?
If I write this poem for you, would you reply for once, maybe?