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?
Sunday, September 6, 2009
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