Sunday, September 6, 2009

You Tell Me

Would you steal a look,
if I fell, and the ground shook?

If I scream, in terror and pain
would your clouded eyes begin to rain?

If I had much sorrow,
Would you just leave tomorrow?

If I lost my father, my mother,
Would you even care to bother?

Would you come to my aid?
Or would your heart be stayed?

Would you accompany me,
if I became lonely?

Would you like to dial,
as I stare at my phone for a while?

Would you leave me out in the cold?
or warm me up, being once again bold?

If I were to die?
Would you even cry?

Endure this fool to the end,
Please, will you still by my friend?

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