and find there's no beauty to adore,
is not at all worth the eyes.
to know that every day
will repeat itself in a worse way everytime,
is not at all worth the mind.
to listen to a voice
that says another name within your face,
is not at all worth the ears.
to make a promise
for the others to break,
is not at all worth keeping.
to eat enough and redden you lips
for no one to kiss,
is not at all worth the tasteing.
to walk into a rose field everyday
and pick fresh roses just to let them die,
is not at all worth waking.
to paint a masterpiece
and not being able to state the emotion,
is not at all worth understanding.
to make sure you cannot be hurt
when another is troubled,
is not at all worth the right to sympathize.
to make a fact that there is no one
to love you anymore,
is not at all worth remembering how to smile.
it is not at all.