If the world were to end,
Would I let you know how I feel?
Would I stay as your friend,
Remaining even keel?
Or would I knock on your door,
and attempt to gain a kiss?
Fight through this petty mind war,
and reach that eternal bliss.
As the world would begin to explode,
the wind shrieking with death.
I would never let my feelings erode,
even with my last breath.