I’m a cliché.
I’m a walking broken piece of glass,
insisting my glimmer is different
than all of the other fissures of society.
I seem to think there is something romantic
about living like I hate myself.
I am not only comfortable with being unhealthy,
I welcome it with kisses and perfume.

Maria, Maria, let the roses surround you!
You're beauty is a trait.
It was meant for you!
Joyous and cheerful,
Upbeat and confident,
Is of no compare to those to be said ominous!
Oh Maria,
Since the day of my genesis,
And I saw you
I love you!

Maria,
I, I just can't
I can't explain how
Adoring you are!
You figuratively
And literally
Are a beauty
To this world
The gods are lucky
To have such a beauty
like you!

When I saw her
I saw light
I saw happiness
I saw beauty
I saw love
I saw my world

When I saw her eyes
It was like looking at the ocean
I felt peace
I felt loved
I felt

When I saw her smile
I saw the most beautiful thing on the entire universe
I found a reason to live
I found a reason and a meaning for everything
I saw my heaven

When I saw her
I saw my future
I saw my life
I saw my everything

Then I lost everything.

Hold me tight
Let's not fight
We only got tonight
To make things right

We don't have forever
It's now or never
To cherish and to hold
Till we grow old

Walking in the rain she told me
Hold on to the better things
Funny when the better things
Talk about the better things
New weather
Now I'm wishing I could do better
It's a trend setter for the
Up-and-coming go-getter
Now I'm on the train
No one has a song to sing
Looking at their phones
Waiting for a ring
Ghost vibrations haunting
Pockets of the less patient
Time for restart
Time for back to basics
Admittedly I'm falling into that category
Remember last November?
You said it's better for me
The leaf colors always try to teach a lesson
Paying for mistakes
When I should have paid attention