A man yells at a woman
While a boy watches
His language is ******
and simple, out of anger

He doesn't have the words
But he tries his best to apologize
She doesn't care, or understand
They're so different

Takes off his shoes and suit
While she finishes dinner
Neither knowing the other's struggles
A question of empathy

A boy does not recognize the problem
Still clinging to youth
He sees his parents in one way
They are his guides to the unfamiliar

He's been learning all the while
Though not realizing what happened
He saw the actions and heard the words
While the mirrors inside his head replicate

A boy grows up now escaping youth
He sees the world much like he did as a boy
Yet he learned from the best
The good and the bad, he got it all

Nature and nurture, a simple debate?
While the feelings inside scream
Trying to be heard amongst the pain
He wants to be different.

Gray is now covering the top of my head

But I prefer to keep it a nice shade of red

You'd think my age would make me quite smart

But the gray fogs my brain I'm no longer alert

I made a bad choice to let you into my life

You broke my heart and caused me great strife

I can't stop the love that I'm feeling for you

But I choose not to like you as you are quite cruel

What’s in a failed relationship?
Mistakes, or lessons learned?
Time wasted, or loss of naiveté?
Heartbreak, or maturity?

Likewise, what is in a successful one?
The opposite of failure, or something more?
Use of learned lessons, or the thrill of the new?
Loss of naiveté, or a newfound hope in love?
Maturity, or optimism?

I hope in all cases it is the latter

everything we
do is selfish and to boost
our fragile egos.

I worry where my ship will drop anchor,
                           and where the journey will end.
I worry if you'll set sail with me,
                           or tear down my mast.

I worry when the winds change direction,
                           while I'm asleep below deck.
I worry that my crew will call mutiny,
                           for a captain's mistake.

I worry where I'll throw my line,
                           or if I'll even get a bite.
I worry why I worry so much,
                           and then I remember that I'm
           in open water.

The innocence of a sunrise,
a dance in the middle of the street,
putting on pjs and getting some early morning fries,
a simple love, a love thats new,
watching the sunrise, and staring at the sky while swinging and tasting the blue,
hands getting sweaty,
and nights are too long,
there is no such thing as a sad song,
and if there is, its to remind you what you have left behind,
clouded mind,
full of future times
that always seem so golden
while the past seems to fade away,
a butterfly in the tummy,
its forcing its way through,
a simple love, a love that's new.

It's long past,
and the love wasnt the last,
it was cute and fun,
that made me like everything a little bit better and brighter, including the sun,
it was easy and made sense,
but now we just look over the fence,
at other loves that have made things work,
we may grab hands and say were certain,
but as we around us begins to fall the curtain,
separating our yards,
throwing into the air all 52 cards,
grabbing and screaming at the air,
I do not dare, try and break the steel curtain,
and through the holes I can see her smile,
who knew it would be here and gone so fast,
looking back on the past,
it was a love that couldnt last.

Now every time I see,
lovers saying "I'll never leave",
I get a butterfly forced in my tummy,
it pulls oot its money,
and buys a beer,
flapping around drunk and insecure,
making me stumble and run,
and listen as the song is sung,
making the new songs sound blue,
I miss that simple love,
a love that's new.