Do you remember when I strolled past you
On that lazy summer day?
You laid on the bench
Across from mine
In that park that no one cares about.  

I went over and sat by you
On that blissful nostalgic day.
The next day you were still there
In the same place as always
Looking beautiful as ever.

I grabbed you from that bench and
I took you home in my pocket
And gave you a new home.
I watched you grow throughout the years
I fell in love with you and buried my tears.

Things around us are changing my dear
The old is out and the new is in.
I am afraid that the machines are going to take you away.
This place is going to be gone by tomorrow
For something that gives no sentimental value.

Just know that I love you.
I wish I could bring you with me
But your roots are too deep.
If people had seen our tragic love
Then maybe you wouldn’t be destroyed.

Do you remember when I strolled past you,
On that lazy summer day?
I think that was the biggest mistake that I ever made.

I can hear her pounding on my roof.
I can see her gloominess in the sky.
I can smell her sweet aroma throughout the wind.
I can taste her tears falling from your cheeks.

She beckoned me outside with her intoxicating song.
Her fluid movement like a ballerina in mid-flight.
Her sweet singing luring me in her luscious embrace.
I wish I could stay with her forever but the storm was almost over.

I love her jealous tempers that come in gusts.
I love her misty hair twirling in the ferocious wind.
I love her alluring aura that shines above all elements.
I love her impish laugh that is carried throughout the valley.

I am in love with the rain.

I love me a good hypocrite
One minute he is praising and the next he is talking ****.
I love me a good hypocrite
Always making promising that he can not commit.
I love me a good hypocrite
He says he loves his children but he is just a counterfeit.

If you didn’t want children then why even have them
I am sure that someone would have come along and found them
We are not your slaves so just leave us
It would have been sooner or later, there is no more to discuss  
You are just a hypocrite
A small baby misfit, I am done with your skits.

I love me a good hypocrite
Always making people feel like they are the reason why you split.
I love me a good hypocrite
Always saying that we did not love you one bit.
Now you know why I always threw a fit.

You can say whatever you but that won't change me one bit.

Warmth and Isolation.
The main drive in Human Nature.
As I sit in my version of Isolation
I feel the heat roll off my skin.
As I sit there I see the curtain moving.
I dare not open it.

Cold and Loneliness.
Nobody really wants to talk about it.
When people feel it that's when they shut up.
I know it’s out there, it always is.
It never goes away.
It is just something that we have to deal with.

If I open the curtain
My enchanted facade will fall apart.
But indelible the Warmth will run Cold
I will have to leave the Warmth and face the inevitable.
But that is okay.
The Warmth runs out anyway.

I can feel it.
The Warmth is going away.
Where has it gone?
Why can it not stay?
Why does it leave me when I need it the most?
But I will survive somehow.

Once I turn the Warmth off
I feel it leave my skin.
The curtain waves at me.
Beckoning for me to open.
I stand up
Forced to leave my warm Isolation.

I stand with the Cold on my skin
And I became aware of something that was not there before.