He comes and goes
A man no one really knows
He’s there when you’re alone
Still as a stone

Sadness he detects
And closer he gets
He’ll devour you slowly
And takes your mind wholly 

You deter him from time to time
Yet he’s always there, just waiting to climb
He whispers things,
Bad things that’ll break your wings 

Sometimes he’ll whisper the sweetest things
Oh, what a joy that brings
He offers you freedom
And acts like a beacon

You’re afraid to take it
Fear to fall in that pit
Be strong you must
Don’t listen and trust

For he’ll absorb positive emotion
Slowly pushing you to the ocean
Be careful around him
Don’t let yourself take the swim.

If love had a shape,
a sound, or a hue,
it would look,
and feel,
just like you.