Will it matter if...
we bleed ourselves dry?
where our souls must drift
will it matter why?
would their stiffened lids lift?
to watch us soar above the sky?
or drown in the abyss of the deep?
will they even care to lie?
can their eyes dare to weep?
are they brave enough to say goodbye?
come now child and this concede..
time waits for no one...not you nor I;
we are but a disrupted chip..
a separate and lonely unit.
So tell me again, why is it that you cry?
maya crisol
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cry-41/
