Show me your ****
Show me your ***
Where's your respect?
Where is your class?

Watching her dance, you want to see more...
You chat, she responds, caught on the lure.
Online still the same, a stripper, a *****..

I guess you weren't thinking..
at least not with your head (hah).
You're **** making decisions for you now instead.

A world so worry-less...
I am bothered by a bad hair day.
So careless, thankless, of life itself.
So spoiled by comforts, no need for the past.
Realize this day,
special like my son.
I have no worries,
real ones at least.
I realize this today,
but my comforts may make me forget them tomorrow?

4 in morning,
3 at night,
I pop that ****,
I take it all the time.
Whose going to stop?
Who will slow down?
These people would love to see you on the ground.

Conversation starts on course,
heading home and almost safe.
but it's here directions falter
and comments go astray.
Questions are now potholes
and angers round the bend.
The wall is fast upon us
and then..
dead end we meet again.

Actions not words,
new lesson learned.. or trying at least.
It's a hard one to swallow when it means so much more..
More to my heart..
To my health..
To my life...

To question the actions of the one I hold dear..
I don't want to see, to look, or believe.
Could you be...  only words?
You couldn't... You wouldn't.. be just like her?..

Her, a girl who cared for me not,
but her words spun a web in which I got caught.
Took a year to untangle, brush the cobs from my eyes
To look at her actions and cast aside all the lies

I tell myself now, never again
But could you be.. only words?
You couldn't.. You wouldn't .. just make believe?

If so, I dont want to know,
I'll just let it be.
The truth would hurt more, or I'll die and then see.

You couldnt.. You wouldn't.. do that to me?..

Lost in a lover's maze of hope
your words twisting this way
turning with deft
deadening at I love you
but I'm not out yet

Where is the exit?
I can't be guided on words
lead me, show me, grab my hand..
take it in yours.
Your touch, your love, it knows the way.
Or will I stay forever playing this game?

At the bay window I sit
Watching the show
The sun's rays catch the panes, each color telling it's own.
The green talks of trees, fallen, but living.
I wonder and marvel at new life on its own.  
so real in this room it all seems to me..
Until,   their last sigh escapes, .. and gives in to the gray..
It's as if the dark clouds had decided their day.