Some people think that love is free
And respect is a given
Some people believe that life is free
And hope is a given
Nothing's a given people die every day
There's no love that you don't make for yourself anyway
People respect others only when respected
And hope is silly; only hard work is real
What I can't stand is how other people feel
We worry about this
And we worry about that
But fat lot of good it does
Because In the end we're all human
We can't change
No one should be special
We're all the same really
When you're rotting in the ground you think they'll know what you were by your name?
Fuck, if it wasn't for languages and headstones we wouldn't know who anybody was or where they were buried once the casket eroded and body decomposed
Sure worry about race because it'll matter when you're dead.
Yeah worry about who loves who because it'll matter when you're dead.
Yeah worry about things that don't matter see where it gets you.
I'm sure they'll give you a headstone too.
Fat lot of good it will do.
You're dead.
YOU ARE READING
My Heart To Yours
Poetry~My heart burns on heavy with nothing and no one to call my own~ I had fun with these. That you probably knew, but also I hope you will too! With Love, David Yager
