A secondhand rose

Lying on the cars cold floor

It was hers, then yours, then mine

And now, its nevermore

I'm hanging by a thread
My heart beat is a mess
And I can't get my legs to stop shaking

Impatient with the world and its jury
I Can't help but worry
Over all the time that this is taking
This new life in the making

I watch on a cold December eve
Brick by brick, with courage taking the lead
This new life take shape in front of me

I worry that it will be monotonous
Somehow won't amount to much
This new home that I made for us
I worry it won't be good enough

So I wait for the first night
I'm this new life
To turn on the first light
In my new life
And pick the door I'm going to open first
I guess life can't be rehearsed
And I'll have to wait and see
What this life with you has in store for me

I'll let you take my hand and take the lead
Give you all the faith you need
Give you every part of me
If you say you'll stay with me

The windows c r a c k e d
And fresh air flits through the open crevices of my heart
Can you feel it as it settles down next to you?

With a scattered concept of reality
I stretch for strong truths on a thin life line
I found the difference between love and *lust to be a life time
Truth is pennance
A contaceptive for faulty fellowships
A filter for decieitful thoughts that arent of relavance

Your Random Prose of Poetry
Well, it took hold of me
I felt it as it settled on my surface
Snug as my favorite pair of jeans
Skin cells merging with synonyms
It became a little part of me
The dots of my i's
Faint with your personification
Morals of my own protagonist
Made by your imagination
Your words Foreshadowing a future for my hearts hesitations

The haiku in you
Makes a believer out of me
And im guided by the light
That illuminates the ink
You swirled and swayed
On trees
That danced in winds so very long ago
I can sense a story of salted sorrows
That could only be told in such a wistful way
By one who has a sonnet in soul
Pen in hand
Adjective in mind

I take long walks on lonely roads at night
And the shadows run from me
Insecurities they cloud my sight
So im chasing dreams that i cant see
And the boogeyman he cuts a corner
Hiding in the light from me
All that is well and good
Knows better than to befriend me
A wicked mess of wicked stress
Freddy on friday the thirteenth
Has nothing on my own insecurities