Butterflies And Bees

I refuse.

You are vent over in the weight of the world.
I want to say sorry,
You look at me with pain and say leave.
I refuse.
I beg to take the burden off.
You tell me no.
I plead with you,
"Let me help!"
What you say is "go."
I refuse.
I help take a hold of what bears you down.
And suddenly,
Everything is lighter.
No longer heavy.
To live in the darkness,
I refuse.