Life

Life is like a knife

Stabbing in your heart

Still it will never part

Should I ever say good bye

before I cry.

or maybe a simple Hello

before I become Mello.

I walk upon the shore

that reaches to the door

in which that would lead

me to a new path

it might bring a laugh

or even a tear here and there

but instead being dead

or maybe considered like bread

that is shattered all over the platter

Tears are made for Fears

And if you believe in them

than the tear will become a cheek!!