Hey gus,
a lil' thing I wrote a few months ago.
I know it's not rhyming but yeah anyways..
Tell me what you think. (:

The Truth Of Compassion

So this is us - just empty lines on a well-written story
crossing paths where life led us astray
finding comfort in our similarities
yet two may never become one.

Empty pages are what fills our book
a sole victim for the pyre they call "truth"
now what remains are only ashes
floating away - never to return

Upside down
I land on my feet again
waking up from a perfect illusion
an undead tale never meant to live.

For what can you do
when the best part of "believe" is the lie.
and though I'll never know what blinds your eyes
my only wish is for you to see
see what it means.