Shall it be Shall it might
the last words I ever write.
What will you remember
the words to which you read
the message in between the lines
or the face behind of it all.
This face that belongs to me.
Fear to one shall not be fear to another,
Ones head shall be a closed door.
Often forgotten about,
or thought about in cautious context.
For what do you think or feel,
when you read these words that I in despair often write.
Shall you judge solemnly on the conclusion of a word,
or dig deeper into the message of emotion.
Shall it be the underlying message for the memory of this so called me..
