I want to say yes but I’m hung up on the no’s.
Open chest, I digest, then digress to find a home.
No black and white choices like a checkmate toe-to-toe.
Broken glass inside the ring, the reflection of my own.
I wonder if its tears or I wonder if it’s sweat,
Only thing remaining clear are the clouds inside my head.
Like a brainy haze it’s rainy days everywhere I stay,
So if I ever land from high its guaranteed delays.
And I pay, and I pay till the flesh from heart decays.
Blood that turns to water never grows a rose bouquet.
It’s not okay because the roses, she always loved the most,
My hands open up where thorns and pedals juxtapose.
Mother Nature has opposed, and goes to numb my tipping toes,
As I fall into a hole and fold myself to fit the mold.
Getting old from selling souls to people like it was my own,
Behold this heart I newly stole, its beating I postponed.
And proposed she may just never know, I’m destined all alone.
No turning houses into homes, its more like catacombs.
As I roam through the cemetery tripped on sticks and stones,
Falling chest first onto a pile made of bones.
****** stick into my skin as I’m threaded by the thorns,
Of wilted roses stemming from the past I never mourned.
Nevermore to see the light of love while buried from the floor,
On this battlefield of sin within a prisoner of war.
