The more I’ve come to think about just you,
I am indecisive as you can see.
You’ve made most days happy, but yet so blue.
Your touch is hollow and something eerie;
you’ve made me a keeper to memories.
It ignites my heart with such a shy flame,
you’re so common yet such a rarity.
You cause trouble and never take the blame;
we call you Human Nature, it’s your name.
You are the blade we sharpen most often.
You’ve torn me apart ever since you came.
When you breeze in even Quiet hearkens…

I can die without you, but not with you.

I can live with you, but not without you.