Keep it.

Dying to live or

living to die is the question.

Would you jump if there was

a question,

Roses or Rocks await?

What if the stakes were high and

nobody -k-new,

what to do but

som-e-body had to.

The waves crash, stars fall.

Crash into you, crash for you?

Fall into your hand, fall at the sight of you?

Who's to know oth-e-r

than fate.

That one who turned on the lam-p- tonight,

the one who walked away only to show

that

(-)

The ripest Apple was

right here the whole time.

The stars m-i-ght fall, fall onto me,

rain like glitter.

Or maybe I'll put the stars in-t-o

the sky.

I can never see them,

not because they are invisible;

because I don't see what they don't see

in me.

No dying to live.

No living to die.

Live. It's all too simple.

(I should have started 14 years ago.)