is this reality
am I real
?
the questions that ponder my mind
they are made of steel

I am confused
helpless
frustrated
when these thoughts come to mind
I become truly blind

I cant help but wonder
why
?






















When will these thoughts become concur and
e n d
I hate thinking that these people I know
see
hear
can get inside my head
my thoughts are mine but sometimes I feel like people peer
why
?
cant they just disappear

The air smelled of strong perfume
The sky was lit with coral hues
The babies mouth was lit with a smile
Although it didn't last for a while

The sound of crying filled the air
The ocean breeze was abound with despair
The coral skies suddenly turned azure
And the night that was coming
wasn't very far

I only obtained two harsh-grating flowers
If only I could find some that weren't so sour

One that if I lose
it would not hurt
One that if I keep
they would not leave

The flower I want will want me back
It will always stay pure and will not crack
I won't be left crying whenever they vanish
Cause this flower will never punish

I won't be fooled into thinking a ripped flower is pure
because that happened once and now I'm sure
when I find it it will be nice
one that doesn't come with a price

The thing that I always forget
is that a flower can only be pure for so long
It eventually rottens and breaks
and it is something I can't embrace

A flower eventually dies
and nothing will change that