This Romeo is bleeding
Lying here fast awake.

Juliets long gone,
Your suicide didn't take.

Now youth has passed
You by.

No longer a young
Girl's dream.

Not a tragic love story.

Just a tragedy in life,
it now seems.

A bottle of melancholy
And a memory of you

Jukebox playing songs
We used to dance to

Filled up with quarters
Melodies, masking tears

Another round to wash
Those memories down

Another round to
While away the years

Another dollar in the
Jukebox, play it till the
**** thing breaks

Another bottle of Melancholy
to drown away this heartache.

Li  La  Li--   Li  La  Li  Li  Li  La Li--
Baby Li Li Li....

You know that I love you,
but I wish I could live you.

Experience the world like you do.

To touch it, with your delicate fingers.
To see it through your eyes so blue.

How different would our love feel
if I could live that love as you.

To feel our passionate kisses 
through your soft and tender lips.
Or the feel of what it feels like.
when you do that thing-
You know.
the one that makes me flip!

Yes Baby I wish that I could live you,
if only for a moment or two.

So I could feel your love for me,
the way I feel my love for you.

On a cold and lonely day
I sit, with pen in hand.

Blank pages lie before me,
begging for truths,
or even lies
A prize of ink,
to satiate the soul.

I fumble with a line in my mind.

Not yet have I put my pen to task.
I fumble and I start,
then recoil.

The ink still abstains from the page.

For when the ink begins to flow
it will spout truths
I didn't even know.

And in a rage, it will ravage the page.
Ravage my mind, ravage my soul.

Depleting me completely,
Until,
A calm falls upon me
like snow.

Poetry is pain
With a hope of tomorrow.

Underlying regrets,
Grief and sorrow.

We revise life, through words,
Of what could have been.

But hindsight is 20/20
We can't go back again.

And would we even want to?
Could we even change a thing?

Without the knowledge of regret
Now etched upon our brain.

Better to let it go,
To say we lived and learned.

And write dreams for the future,
of passions that still burn.

Infrared to ultraviolet
and every color in between
every hue that is you,
is longing to be seen.

You're like a rainbow of love,
In all its prismatic splendor.

Those ruby red lips,
so soft and tender.

In your emerald green eyes
my heart begs surrender.

Your golden hair flows,
down over sweet cinnamon skin.

Towards rose colored treasures
hidden deep within.

You're a rainbow of colors,
vibrant and bold,
Pastels of passion,
for my eyes to behold.

A Rainbow of love
even more precious than gold.

(HELL! To Be Honest)

You're like Skittles Baby!
And I wanna taste the Rainbow!

She walked up and asked,
Will you dance with me?

I looked all around just to see
Who it was.
There's no way,
it couldn't possibly be.

Could it? could it really be me?

And just like that,
Suddenly, 
We were dancing.

So close, surely we were floating, 
Because I couldn't feel my feet.

I couldn't hear the music, only the beat.

The pound, pound, pounding of my heart!

Her and me dancing,
Surely we were floating.

I looked down to see,
Instead I saw her,
looking up at me.

We were dancing! 

Yes, we were.

We were dancing.