At times like these shall I fall to my knees, or rise above and float on breeze?
These words I write steam from a broken heart.
Some are witty while others are smart,
Its no longer open for me to decide,
I've misplaced my pride, I've hidden my heart in my rhymes.
Some may think that's a crime,
If I never untangle this mess inside,
Can I just forget all the tears I have cried?
