My anger becomes my impression
To fashion.
My tears scatter around,
When the sun comes down.

My hope is lost
And am denied to cope.
None of them care,
Which is why I share.

All in all…
My struggle becomes my success,
My perceptions fleet.

They give me hope
And help me to cope.
When life pulls me down,
They bring me around.

My soul dances
To jump fences.
With change faced,
Just for three words that matter,
That means the world.

It’s funny how these three words,
Yummy my soul,
Clear my mind,
Clean my heart
And chase pain away

They are priority
Of responsibility
In reality.
Just three simple words…
“I love you.”