I Write Poetry

Lose no sleep over those that watch and let you hang,
Be weary of crimson weeds that have not thorn but fang.

Burn not for those who don't give your spirit spark,
Bleed not for they who bring no light into your dark.

Stay not for those who would only make you wait,
Chase not the hearts who allow you your worth to contemplate.

Dream not of they with whom your passions are contrary,
Love not the souls who treat you as simply ordinary.

Fight not for those who can't inspire you to fly.
Be tortured no more by they who dont embolden you to finally live before you die.