What is it about me, that makes it so easy for you to hate?
Is it the way that I have succumbed to being your doormat,
Or perhaps the knack you have of making my heart deflate,
I try so hard to make you proud,
Being your savior, your friend and your trustee,
I try to make you talk about me out loud.
But it would appear that you do not think of me.
I must grow as an adult in order to survive,
And then maybe you will care if I am alive.

I can take a hit,
so tell me the truth,
I can take it bit by bit,
I still have my youth.
But if you keep this on,
and play with my trust,
as if this is a heartless con,
and you're in it for lust.
But if you can feel the fire inside,
when your eyes capture mine,
if you never lied,
it sends a tingle up my spine.

My words pour out,
like a gutter reaching its breaking point,
splashing down and creating quite a mess no doubt.
But everything else is wet from rain so it is not seen,
The next day everything is clear as day,
The gutter now has an awkward lean,
And the slightest wind can cause it to sway.

The beauty of Audrey Hepburn would appear to have no parallel,
With luscious eyes and soft white skin as smooth as caramel,
From the class, and the elegance, that so few have,
Combined with the innocence of a newborn calve,
La femme parfaite,
society may say.
Although she does not make me laugh, love and stand above,
Because Audrey pales in comparison to my love.

I explore the icy cave within you,
searching for what can only be described as warmth,
I never found where the heat came from,
but the walls began to melt.

Do not look for me in your heart,
I am not there as I have been evicted,
It was something neither of us predicted,
I guess our connection was not as it was depicted.
I will not look for you in my heart,
For you slipped out in the dark of the night,
When I was asleep and could not foresee the plight,
That was the last time my heart would extend an invite.

Currently there are:
Thousands of cars zooming down the highway at breakneck speeds,
Millions of lights illuminating the dreary road,
With the power of a hundred valiant steeds,
Causing the cement to corrode and erode,
Thousands of fossil fuels burnt merely to transport other fossil fuels,
Pollutants filling the air and altering our environment,
But these are the worlds most precious jewels,
All to feel the capitalist tyrant.
But hey... At least I have air conditioning in my F150 while heading to set off Chinese fireworks while celebrating the 4th of July.
The American Dream.