If I handed,
My life to you on a silver platter,
Would you waste it?
Would you step on it
And throw it away
As though I mean nothing to you?
For when I speak
Do not my words mean nothing to you?
Do you not wave them away,
Not caring what happens to me?
You don’t care for me
One little bit do you?
No.
If I handed my life to you,
You would only feast on it,
Savoring in the taste.
But let me tell you now,
Life tastes better
When shared with me.
