a+b=c

and your words are sprouting like daisies in February

and I'll never know what happened.

and your braids cover your ocean of eyes

and I'll always be grateful.

and your arms will lay limp at your sides

and I'll lift up your sleeves again.

and I don't know if I should say something

do I admit it all?

it seems like a trend right now.

I lived for her until I figured out how to live for myself.

and I wish I could say a+b=c

and that could be the answer to everything.

and I wish my words would pierce like daggers for him,

because that's what will make him understand.

and I wish my words would sail into her ears

like a boat on a sea

because that's what will make her listen.

and I wish my words would hold them so close

so tightly

because the will make them realize.

I lived for her until I figured out how to live for myself.

and I wish I could just say a+b=c

and that could be the answer to everything.

but when have we ever had the answer to everything.