Vivre En Moi
If you heard me out, You’d know of people new The naysayers, The ear buzzers The liars and their squires.
If you saw me through, You’d see the pain anew The weeping heart, The oozing soul The tired act of my mind mired.
If you talked to me soon, You’d know of pain accrued The nightly gaze, The daily faze, The steps of daze and cliches.
But if you lived with me true, And didn’t bid me adieu, You’d know of my ability to reveal, To feel, conceal and heal, Truly with all my will and zeal.
– Funadrius