Hints

I sit alone in a corner
Trying to piece together all that I have
So when I see you
I can give it all away

It isn't worth much
This life that I'm living
But just maybe, someday
Someone will see my plan through

So in my poems I leaver little hints
That somebody may recognize
For like the authors of the past
With my death shall be my rebirth

And when my hints come to life
Maybe you'll look and see
These hints that are everywhere
Teling you that I love you.