Hello and how are you? I'm in poetry class.
Where are you? What if I were you and you dead?
Where would I be? Maybe laid out on a beach,
pleased with the worldï¿½s pleasure of me?
But what if youï¿½ me? Possibly you would be suicidal.
Deprived of what you really want . . . but don't need.
Last night I was happy, I was you.
Today, Iï¿½m in painï¿½ me again.
What does it really mean to care?
If we all knew, we may not even dare.
If you were in pain, I would take it away . . .
but would you take it back in doing the same?
If life is all an illusion and love the truth,
then am I a little white lie??