theres no point in the sad.

theres no point in that little face anymore.

it belongs to no one

and mine goes untouched.

theres no point

in a nametag

cause it doesnt matter

if its for you or not.

theres scarcely a point

in writing anymore,

because what i feel

changes nothing

and theres no point

in trying to catch

just the smallest glimpse

of that which i love,

cause its all just smoke

and mirrors

and the harshest no

to the simplest yes.