Smooth sounds fill the coffee scented air,
smoke flies around like butterflies on  warm summer days.
Easy going conversations with hearty laughter whisper softly in my ear,
The fire is flickering softly giving the room a candle glow.
People come and go letting in a cool breeze, the fall air rushes through the doors, From the corner music pours out of the musician into the customer's soul.
I watch people leave, with a simile on their face that they hadn't had before coming in.

At first they're just a seed really rough and *****... But they never let you see how beautiful and incredible they really are. So, they start to grow all twisted and unpredictable. Then they start to grasp on the pretty face in a perfect phase, not seeing their own amazing and beautiful self. You try to shake them free of all that nonsense they hear on t.v. But every time you shake roses it only makes them wish harder to be that pretty face everyone seems to want. When you catch them cut you try to stop them, tell them how much you love them. You couldn't realize that they believed only by cutting could a rose let go all the mean things said and grow. Then it happened, too soon, only a second with their finger on the trigger, now their gone forever. Too bad you couldn't see the beauty of a black rose.

What do you do
When your all alone
And your mind betrays you

When your all alone and without much hope
How do you cope
How do you know that anything is true
When your own mind betrays you

When nothing is clear
And you seem to be filled with irrational fear
For nothing and everything at the same time
You cant go back, and you cant rewind

But you dont know what to do
Would anyone even believe you?
who can you trust?
as your life starts to collect dust
And you relize *its not only your mind that has betrayed you

yeah
truth hurts
that is
i love you
but
untold ones are
really depressing
that is
you love me

She has endured too much pain
that the words that trembled
out of her mouth
became poetry