roses are red
night is dark
writing this poem
hurts my heart

shaky sobs
like violets, i'm blue
i'm wondering
why i ever loved you

cause I'd rather be drunk off of all the liquor in the world than to be drunk off the idea of you

Gods live in mighty old trees
he said and smiled
when he saw
my disbelief.

I shall show you
he responded
took my hand
and began to walk.

Then he suddenly stopped
and pointed to a tree.
This is the mighty old tree
I wanted to show you.

I was surprised
as I had walked
past this tree many times
and had noticed nothing.

Lean against the tree,
close your eyes
and listen
he suggested.

Still uncertain
I leant against the tree
closed my eyes
listened
and understood.

I see you walk through the halls with her
She wears your new jacket
She wears your new smile
She wears your new life
Do you recognize me
I wear your old jacket
I wear your old smile
I wear your old life
I wear you no more
I wear a stranger that you no longer know

If it were to only rest upon my hands and breathe through my life..
to posses what others view when they smile fondly on their past
instead..
I feel velvet scars rising
forming into reminders;
my dreams slept were only nightmares
my dreams awake were only mirrors to night
the only one to hold me was my dead teddy bear
cold, stale, mildewed from my tears
suicide preached upon, with words of parents
A happy childhood is all I asked for..