He took away the thorns that itches at my side
and replaced them all with roses
that stood day by day
reminding me that
I
am
loved.

He was the epitome of stay away.
The guns, the knives, the tears, the deliveries.
He was the boy that screamed allurance,
the one that parents told you to stay away from,
the one that no one took the chance with.

But there was something about those eyes,
that smile,
the way he spoke.
That hidden side of him
that he wouldn't show anyone,
but me.
The Adam of the Beast,
The one that held you close and couldn't stand to see you cry,
the one that wrote poems and whispered reassurances in your ear,
the one that performed his own songs on guitar, crooning the night away,
the one sending you roses.

And yet,
Even with the violence and the danger,
I love all of him.

Lips black from her excessive intake
Fingers stained yellow
From her everyday routine
She inhales chemical warfare
Exhales a toxic stream
Addicted to the nicotine
Even if her choice isn't on the shelf
Anything will do to satisfy the fein
Smoking like today's her last
In two's and three's
Her lack of knowledge makes her thinks she immune
Doesn't believe it's a disease
It already ate the color in her face
Shriveled her lungs with ease
She doesn't notice it's hard for her to breath
Creeped in the crevices of her teeth
Darkened them
Now there bleak and weak
Says she's quitting
So she buys a stock to last her weeks  
Giving up is a struggle
She's just a hopeless smoker

Oh, I've heard a thousand stories
Of what they think You're like
But I've heard the tender whisper
Of love in the dead of night
And You tell me that You're pleased
And that I'm never alone

You're a good good Father
It's who You are, it's who You are, it's who You are
And I'm loved by You
It's who I am, it's who I am, it's who I am