the bouquet of love soured, on your departure day
the coldest ever eyes were present, on your departure day

the bloom of spring's glory, lost its divine array
streaming tears flowed, sorrowful twas the day

withered, spent, finished, were the petals of May
joy's bliss in your arm's, faded into greyest shade of day

our union diminished in the pollen cup, most awful was the display
all tender feelings vanished, never could it be a lovely day

a sad wind blows on our floral tomb, sweet love lies in decay
nothing but nothing remains, what a melancholy day

I am tired and worn,
Like a bird fluttering in cage,
Or Like a puppet dancing on stage,

I am tired and worn,
My heart bleeds under the crown of my dreams,
Which with thorns, is adorned,

I am tired and worn,
Just hours ago it was dawn,
My dreams were like vibrant colors,
Of the rainbow,with a luminous glow,

But all now left is a wreakage,
And a heart waned beyond age,
Filled with despair and rage,

Bitter and jealous of those
Who in life like angels have rose,
To fulfill their dreams, with clever schemes,

Maybe tomorrow will be new day,
An ethereal ray, may,
Enlighten the way,
But tonight,
My heart is torn,
And I am tired and worn..

theres
not
a
that
could
would
or make
you
past
tense



scratch
the
surface
and
you
still
draw
blood

­

parallel words vertical lies
sugar cane thighs flood plain skies
reprieve magnified

Confused, conflicted, contradicted
Nothing is going wrong
Yet nothing seems right

All I think about is you
It feels right but truly is the opposite
Unsure of my choices and actions
Yet dying to break loose and rebel

Emotionless yet full of feeling
Limp yet fighting
Angered yet calm
Loved yet lonely