A tear trickled down my eye,
He was there ready to make me smile,
With one of his witty and allusive remarks.
I won't be lying if I say that
He has the potential of turning grey to
All of the colors of a rainbow's arc.

When people tell you things that is personal
That is a sign of trust

When they tell you something personal
That’s like saying, “I trust you”

But if you go ahead and tell someone else
That person looks like a fool

Because they trusted you

there's one kind of race
the human race...
but we divided the human race by color
its a race of color
black, brown and  asian vs. white  
its a race of ***
man vs. women
its a race of
LGBTQA+ vs. straight
what's the point of this race
if we know who would live with no guilts