A cold and dark stiletto blade,
It’s rusted, jagged, poorly made,
An open heart to beat it’s last,
Blood that’s spilled into the past,
Where betters fail, the less succeed,
Swear jealous want is just a need,
And lies like acid, eat away,
They take tomorrows with today,
A coward’s heart, a poisoned soul,
With cunning words the best they fool,
A strike comes sudden… does it though?
Was there anything we didn’t know?
This spiraling downward endlessly,
To hit a bottom too black to see,
Pandora’s box broke open wide,
With the false hope that was inside,

JHenry

One that laughs, One that cries,
One that shows me distant skies,
Some suggestive, catch the eye,
Others don’t, though they try,
One from the south,
One in the north,
One walks away,
One coming forth,
One tells such tales,
One wants it all,
One falters and fails,
One I try and fall,
Some running by, some try to stay,
Some make me run, some make my day
One from the east,
One to the west,
To one I’m least,
To one I’m best,
One questions why,
One informs,
One is polite,
Another scorns,
And one, he paints,
Another sings,
One writes his soul,
One laughter brings,
The world it spins, and time will turn,
And I will go and I will learn,
But this is certain, and it’s true,
They’ll never be another you,
Or another me, Hell yes I care,
For these fleeting moments that we share.

JHenry