Under the shade of a tree, I can see the world.
Unadulterated colors, bleeding between then lines of society.
Lounging in the depths, soaking up the cool, cool cloak of solitude.
Masked proportion of land, dipping beneath the heat of a comets flare.
God's favorite creation, walking under the sun, melting away in a job well done.

But from the shade of my tree, I can see the world.
Not a bead of sweat befalling my brow.
No shades of luminous ribbons, blaze through my shadows.
My blue eyes, the only ray forgoing all rhyme or rhythm.

I watch the world from behind the line of light.
The untold story, of a girl battling that fight...

I could die for you, hands and knees to lose my head. I would die for you.

Finding my rose colored view of the world is truly gone.  I have stepped on the broken glass of life's meaning and have found it lacking of the beautiful place I imagine as a child. My feet left bleeding, staining my view with that awful shade of red. As it's left my mind confused as my veins turn from blue to amber in color.

Why do people lie? Why cheat? Why steal? ****? Torture?
The simple act of being charitable has now turn into darken ash upon my tongue.

Our world is a very sad place, where a woman is more worried about how pretty she is, than the starving children living sleeping in feat.  It's truly sad, beyond depressing. To be on this planet and my glasses smashed underfoot.

My feet may be bleeding, but heart is the one left aching.

I wanted to be right. An accusation I didn't want to own. Denying I could be wrong as the cigarette was burning slow. You asked and I refute. An unknowing dance with misguided steps. A tango of denial, with the thorn from a rose buried within my sides. I never lied... more of twist of an evasion. An omission of truth, disappearing with the grey ribbons of smoke. You asked the question; did I not answer to the best of my knowledge? Of course, I speak more in a statement than with a query... I never lied, only gave you partial false-truths. An innuendo laced with a common courtesy. Was it such a crime? A honest seduction with the intent of never telling the whole story.

I wanted to be right, with an accusation I would never own. "that I would love you" but how could that be true?

I can see now my excuses are fading faster then your red tipped ember. So I'll just go now, goodbye my half told story. Fair thee well...The time we spent is in the past, and I am now, left with that hole in my head.

I wanted to be right but fibbers never get to be the winners.

You may have cheated on me, but mind you: it wont be as simple when you're trying to cheat on Death.