For every one of your tragedies
I will write happy endings

For every one of your bad days
I will help make good ones

For every one of your break downs
I will be there to pick you up

For every skipped meal
I will treat you to comfort

For every forgotten memory
I will make new ones with you

For every forgotten line
A daisy for the courage to try

For every tear shed
A smile shared

For every scar
A star

You are gold
And I, yellow.

red is for love, its filled with hate
orange is anxiety, an unoptimistic trait
yellow is decaying, rotting quickly
green is selfish and sickly
blue is not only sad, but melancholy
purple is the deep bruising, form your unfortunate folly
white is the cabinet, stained red with hate
brown is the decay that yellow can make
black and blue is her face from his selfishness
purple she turned, when she lost to the sickness.

For the first time,
I hold
and
I see you.

when death comes
it will not be the patient ground
that opens up to hold us

it will not be the restless sea
that reaches out to collect us

it will be the wind
that finally takes our names
spins and shakes them apart
tossing them into infinite sparks

are you accepting of this?
are you prepared for this?

the seasons wheel away
and so must we

Your such a cryptic lyric
A virus in my brain
You use me as shield
To deflect all of your pain.
Why can’t you accept
And sometimes take the blame
Why am I being manipulated
And left outside in the rain.
I cannot work you out
You love me then you hate
Im of to the kings arms
To have a drink
With my friendly mate.

i’d crack open
all the sunflower seeds
in the world for you

but what if
you were allergic
to sunflower seeds