I live for me; yes selfishly For seeking to find my lost integrity I live for love, for you and me For your adoration; your reciprocity
I live to hear the cries of joy my heart's eyes roar as they spy on you The rifts and melody drifts that we sing harmoniously The sound of the breeze trying to squeeze between us
And somehow, In the living of these moments, I will become what I have chosen to behold
Adapted by a poem by Heather K. O'Hara
An assignment, fill in the blank poem sheet thingy, bleh.