I bought my happiness at the dollar store; ninety nine cents, plus tax.
I threw the wrapping in the trash inside,
Before I'd even left the store.
I wore it then, the whole way home,
to dinner and to bed.
I even wore it in my dream,
The best sleep I'd ever had.

When I woke in the morning, with great dispare, my happiness was gone.
So here I stand in line again,
With ninety nine cents in hand.

The wind’s agonizing words,
Shake me from within.
Echo my very own breath.
Playing with my soul.

The rain falls,
Heavier than before.
A single drop hits the pavement,
Drenching the streets with sorrow.

The dark skies,
Cast fear upon the lonely children,
Who walk the streets of sorrow,
And drench their feet with raindrops.

No shadows to be cased.
No  one is around,
As lonely hearts wander,
The way lonely hearts do.

Oh I'm sorry.
I didn't realize this made you uncomfortable.
Oh, I'm sorry I didn't realize my big nose
Was any of your business.

I'm sorry,
You’re right.
I never noticed it casts shadows all over my face--
****.
Its hard you know?
When you open my eyes to something I never saw before,
But thank you.  
For showing me

Oh I'm sorry.
I never knew my fat made you feel bad.
That it made you hate yourself,  
And made you wonder life.

I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to,
To make you feel nauseous.
I know how hard it is
And I'm sorry.

My gosh, I'm sorry.
You’ll have to forgive me.
I shouldn't take things so seriously.
My girlfriend tells me I'm too defensive,
That not everyone gets it,
So I am sorry.

You know,
I'm sorry.
I never really noticed,
That you're skin was too white and rich
To be dirtied by the likes of me.
That you’re middle to upper classed family
Was offended that I even fathomed us being friends.

You're right.
I'm sorry.
I guess I'm just uneducated.
I'm sorry that I'll never understand what it is that makes you better than me.

His hands were the one I thought ruled the world.
His eyes were the ones I thought saw it all.
His heart was the heart that won every war
And passion was his only -weapon - used.

His voice was the one I heard at night.
His warmth was the warmth that spread through my body and
Showed me
What love really
felt like.

What love really felt like?
I asked all the time.  
And his eyes were the ones that
Answered.
And his hands were the ones that
Made it
really
For me.  

That’s what it seemed to be

You see,
For me,
He was all I’d need.

For me, he was the only thing my eyes would
See.

For me,
his hands were enough
And his warmth was my coat
And his arms were my home
And his love was the boat
That carried
Me,
to shore.

And for me…
It was only for me.

Because for him,
I wasn’t enough.
And his warmth was just warmth,
It was never true love.
But then again,
How can I say what true love is,
Because maybe
it was
to him.

Because maybe love is the
Heart of more than one
Woman.
Maybe love is the
Passion of more than one
Lover.
Maybe love was never what I had
Thought
And love
Was only wrong
To me.

But to me,
That’s not love.

And to me,
That’s not caring.

And to me,
That is,
Nothing more than an –
Insecure man to afraid to,
Curl his body around mine to,
Pose the question  
As he turns his body
Into that doubtful
Question mark
That leaves him open to pain.

To me,
That
Is love.

Curling yourself around the heart
you want,
Around the one that
You choose
To have you
In your most
Vulnerable state
And to see you, as you
Ask the hardest question
Because,
What
Is
love?

This path of hate.
This path of greed's
the one they teach today.

No teaching of proper values
like they had back in the day.
Society has flipped and switched,
now I know not what I see,

because when I look into the eyes of young kids I see no part of me.
No part of the generation I love so much,
no part of all the good.

All I see are cellphone cases sitting there staring back,
into my eyes, material things
because that's all this generation knows.
They know not of the Beatles or even that 70s show.

They've missed out on the rock and roll,
The Rolling Stones and Kiss.  
They've missed out on the drive in movies, for them ignorance is bliss.

It's sad to say but it's the truth they choose to live this way.
I'm sure if they could experience the past they'd turn it all away.

I've felt this feeling once before,
a fire deep within.
It burns me from the inside out,
spreads to the barriers of my skin.

My loved ones do not put it out,
but fan it with their hands.
No one to turn to as I burn,
to ashes in the sand.

I breathed in red,
but let out blue,
the crowded room still empty.

Cold and bitter no matter what
while their nearby fires burn.

Isolated all the way,
until I reach the bottom,
because I know nothing more
than a world that’s full of sorrow.

And as your hands still reach for me
I’ll push and push you further,
until you see that I am barren,
that I’m just an outstretched winter.

And though your summer tries to warm me
I fly, I am a bird,
but fly away from your good weather,
and straight into the storm.

As the sunsets you turn away
like all the others have,
I feel regret inside my soul, but still emotions masked.