Could it be, something so easy, as a life of simplicity?
And is it ever so easy as I imagine it to be?
I must be dreaming, to be thinking such a thing.
I’ve felt your toxicity sink into me
I would kiss your cheek, and you’d be smiling
It would stick with me, I can feel that kiss still with me
A plea from the soon-to-be deceased where words can’t do a thing.
Michaud Savage 