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?

these are the words they etch on your skin,
sentimental. selfish. too loud.
this is the legacy you leave behind,
vicious. violent. too proud.

this is all you try to be,
stronger. better. more.
while they stand and watch and turn their backs
as you crash and burn and fall.

but stand just a little straighter,
hold your head up high, my love,
you never had to be perfect,
or more than they deserved.

the due you owe for your place on this earth?
no silver. no gold. no fee.
nor is it for you to be flawless, faultless.
but simply just to be.

Stress is flesh torn from life
Instincts resisted
The human condition
Painted in a distorted form

The patients running the asylum
Tears streak like tiny lines of lightening
And all this keeps biting me

Hate and all the strings that follow
All those demons we swallow
One more bitter word linking to the next

It’s not the jokes or the language that hurts
It’s the blatant acts of sanctioned crap
Fairytales that give them license
To vent their frustration
And I am losing my patience

My chest is hurting
And I’m losing my delusions
Because I used to think that
People will get better

My fault I guess
I picked the noose
I slipped it around my neck
I wrote the hope
That stretched my rope
And watched it crumble
Like a brown dried out leaf

I want to believe
Not in invisible men
But in people being good
So far I can’t
Without another cup of coffee