Roses are red,
Violets are blue;
You are always in my head
But you have no clue.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue;          
I'm still here lying on my bed
Thinking of you.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue;
Dreaming for us to be wed,
Is there a chance for me and you?

No. **** that. I did.
I ******* gave you the world,

And you were too busy looking at the stars to notice.

what if your person is
someone else's, too?
what if they're not yours
at all?

some have skins like the bark of a tree, with names of each lover that has passed engraved in them.
some have hands like the branches of a tree, with veins showing on every little scrawny finger.
some have shoulders like the leaves of a tree, with emerald canopies that shelter souls from a thunderstorm.
some have feet like the roots of a tree, chained to the ground with their heads in the cloud.

The heart is the heaviest of all the organs.
It carries your burdens, your worries, your sorrows.
When you speak from it, this weight is packed into every word, yet none of it is lifted from your heart.
Sometimes I wish I could think through my brain instead of my heart.
But then I ask myself: Which one hurts more when it's betrayed?
You need a brain to be alive, but you need a heart to live.