Reuse and recycle.

Love isn't indignant unless in the improper hands.
Would I be the one writing my last farewells in a fatal crisis?
I've never thought of a proper way to say goodbye, I assume this is why I say hello instead.
I'm not ready for some things this life has to throw at me. Such as Time taking the only thing that will take me away.
Planning on the inevitable, I suppose my heart is the only thing that will bring my memories into others lives.
Some will abuse the very pen I write my heart out with.
The one that is in my chest may stop, but it'll always live on through my closest friends.
I'm not much of a memory, but someone will remember me as a valuabe being.
The things I have already seen I wish I havent saw, but the beauty is the knowledge I'll give for us all.
I may be a poet who writes stories, or a loner that wants to be there.
But of all energy I dont use, it will be my gift to you.