I am the broken stereo in your car
That no matter what you try
And no matter what you do
All you ever get is static
Because the owner before you
Didn’t read the instructions
When it said “Please handle with care.”
I am useless to you,
Taking up this empty space,
You wish for me to sing sweet music
But it is in brokenness you only hear whispers
I wish  I could play to you
That favorite song you drive to
That will carry you on your path
That desperate song you cry to
But all I am is static
Broken and plastic
Because when I worked for someone else
They handled me roughly.

peace without harmony
it’s like
a silent tragedy
with a hidden meaning
it’s like
a false expectation
caused by an accident
it’s like
an ongoing story
they never end
unless you let it
it’s like
a fearful visit
with the one you love most
it’s like
an unwanted dream
you wanted one
but now you can’t go
it’s like
marriage
it doesn’t work out

Roses they did wonder
contradictory to their character
but love had they squandered
at the hands of a gifted actor

What a feat it was
to become an unexpected pawn
they came in red camouflage
from his hidden pocket like a weapon drawn

Now bathed in mistruths
and dyed black by misdeeds
dismissed of thier behooves
as tainted blood stains their leaves

The roses they wondered
in search of a new elucidation
for their job had they blundered
condemned by pains preservation

She rejects them like a plague
as thou they were poisoned by his lies
though their part in it vague
she blames them most of all for the tears she cries

Roses they wonder
in search of their redemption
as her screams do thunder
while they fight against her apprehension.

I was the relentless sun,
While you the calming moon,
I was radiated with passion unforgiving,
And you fled from pain into the inopportune,

My mind had begged to run from you,
but my heart had demanded I stay,
You radiated the dark in me,
And I stopped at nothing to make your heart sway,

And so we were polar opposites,
That could not exist without the other,
We were in complete contradictory denial,
But one could not do without the other lover,

So I shone my rays of desperation
And reflected off your doubt,
I fought for respiration
And you responded to my draught,

You’re moon will stir the seas I heat,
My rays will warm your darkness,
As we co-exist together,
And work towards each other’s calmness.

you are a beautiful garden
but sadly
i am only a bug