Some people wither and blow away,
Like scattered petals in the breeze,
Like they couldn't, if they chose to stay,
They loosen up and slip out with ease.
Some people break and shatter fast,
Like glass that slipped out of your hands,
Like a target that was shot at last,
They cannot unbreak and don't understand.
Some people weaken and wilt inside,
Like wise old trees that stand over years,
Like wooden logs that dampen outside,
They choke and charr but never shed tears.
Some people fade and lighten out slow,
Like letters in sand washed by the sea,
Like the last words of a song they go,
Like a worn rope that pulls itself free.
Some people burn and sizzle through,
Red coals rolling off a roaring fire,
Like an exploding fever that blinded you,
You can see them harden and become dryer.
Some people, like miffled sobs, burst,
Like imprompty tears, they trickle and flow,
They are the ones that make you laugh first,
And then forever, away they go.
Like scattered petals in the breeze,
Like they couldn't, if they chose to stay,
They loosen up and slip out with ease.
Some people break and shatter fast,
Like glass that slipped out of your hands,
Like a target that was shot at last,
They cannot unbreak and don't understand.
Some people weaken and wilt inside,
Like wise old trees that stand over years,
Like wooden logs that dampen outside,
They choke and charr but never shed tears.
Some people fade and lighten out slow,
Like letters in sand washed by the sea,
Like the last words of a song they go,
Like a worn rope that pulls itself free.
Some people burn and sizzle through,
Red coals rolling off a roaring fire,
Like an exploding fever that blinded you,
You can see them harden and become dryer.
Some people, like miffled sobs, burst,
Like imprompty tears, they trickle and flow,
They are the ones that make you laugh first,
And then forever, away they go.