What do you see
when you look at me?
Do you see the fire and demise
or the love and happiness in the skies?
When you look at my eyes
Can you see all the lies
or do you see all the hate?
There is very little good, it's my fate
When you hear my words
Is it beautiful like chirping birds?
Or do you hear the hurt
so much pain, crumpled up in the dirt
When you hold me tight
can you see the light
that you radiate so bright?
It makes my world so right
When you look at me
I hope you see
The love, the birds, the good
and to be your light too,
I would.
Some thoughts I had recently.
