my dear 
do you see more 
than your broken heart 

can you see  
the leaves on the ground 
and the pinkness of the sky 
or do you only see  
your tears on a page 
do you notice  
the world around you  
or is it all a blur 

my dear 
I wish you could see 
that it is going to be okay 
that we may live till we die 
and that that is okay