Taking her in is a wonderful thing
No longer does peace rhyme
with my suffering-
Today it’s rational fears;
A test, eating well-
Going off to college and
dying off to hell-
Now peace is my room in the morning light
It’s Baroque chords and high marks and
skirts tight-
It’s comfort, and people,
And especially her,
It’s her bold mouth and walking hand in hand
The same hands under her shirt-
And finally do I know what life’s meant to mean.
And finally do I realize peace does not rhyme with
suffering.

Ignore the hanged-man
And who is next to be hangged
We need must commite
This innocent Crime tonight

Tired of crying
tired of eating
but mostly my heart
is tired of beating

my colorful insides have never felt so gray

When you are pushed to the ground
Rise up and find your reason for contiinuing
It may not be obvious or apparent at first
You have to remain open and your purpose will make itself clear
While others attach themselves to fading stars
You will shine brightly in your own good time
So go forward and carry on and if you should  fall
You keep striving until you have it all.

C@rainbowchaser2020

Just cause I made my love known,
She took me for some **** clown
Probably some love sick teenage

She promised to stay
Every single day
Whatever may,
She was never gonna sway
Yet she broke her vow.

Tried to make her sit on my sofa,
Recite her best poem I have written so far
Buh she is sick and bored
Of my lines and bars
I guess shakesprean kind of lines,
Doesn't fancy her a better romance.