Roses are red
Violets are blue
Time goes by
And I miss you

Just like me
The flowers grew
But soon they wilted
Just like you

You were sweet
This I knew
Like an addiction
I loved you

Now the roses are dead
The violets are too
The garden's all gone
And so are you

Your flowers died
I did too
Because all along
I was you

You want to read me.
Know all about me.
Like my smile look me in the face and see the eyes to my soul.

Upfront, direct and real, my eyes have a lot to reveal.

If in the mood?
Read my eyes.
Read my smile.
And if still confused?
Then you can't read the eyes to my soul.

There is no pretense to be seen.
I'm all about reality.

For once
he asked the sun to set
to bring his own

For once,
He strummed her heartstrings
and turned her into a hymn

For once,
He dawned on her with
new colors, she couldn’t believe existed

For once,
She melted at the sight
Of a smile … a specific smile
Too beautiful for poets to describe

For once... this might turn
into
“a while”

we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections

Saw it all,
One last time...
Slowly, pressed "DELETE"
Swore to myself,
This mistake shall not repeat.

But I know, you know
I was bluffing.

It happened again.
I saw it all one more time,
One last time.
But this time, my hands don't tremble
I press not slowly, but swiftly "DELETE"
And I know, for sure,
It won't repeat.

The only thing on my mind
Is how badly I want
To run a blade across my wrist
And feel an outer hurt
Because I’m tired of the within

I was just
trying to save the
little that was
left of me.

I didn't know.

Putting out the flames,
when emotions
set you ablaze
just turns your heart cold.