Sometimes
I wish
My father
Would trim
The shrubs
Into something
More interesting than
A ball.

It'd be cool to have
A
Unicorn
Shrub
Or maybe
A
Dolphin
Shrub
Or
A
Monkey
Shrub.

But
The only
Shrub
My dad can do
Seems
To Be
A
Ball.

Happiness
Hit her
Like a train
On a
Track.

Knocked her out,
Tied her up,
And took her
Back.

And Happiness
Loved her.
And Happiness cared.

She clung to Happiness
As much as she dared.

But when Happiness
Left
Her
As Happiness
Will

Her body
Closed down,
And in came a
Chill

A cold front
Clouded
Above her head.

She spoke not a word,
Until they found her dead.

Happiness
Hit her
Like a train
On a
Track.

Coming
Towards her,
Stock still,
No turning back

Scratched against the back of my eyelids,
Every night when I close my eyes.
I can avoid it
when
I'm
awake.

But he's there
Smiling
In his soccer jacket
With his name on the back
When I try to dream.

I like to think that
He's up
With the angels.

But I know that he's just hiding,
Tattooed forever
Behind my eyes.

"I'd go
Beyond our
Fighting
Borders
If you needed that
From
Me."

But I can tell
That
We won't ever
Reach
Where I want
Us
To
Be.

Nothing will continue.
You don't like it.
Don't like me.
Not my eyes, not my clothes.
No matter how long I get them ready
In
The
Early
Morning

Before the birds get up.

You like her.
Before the sunrise,
You like her.
Before she even texts you
"Good morning."
You like her.

And I still like
You.

And I have sailed
1,000 ships
To
You.

But my messages don't
Seem
To
Make
It
Through.

Red is too fire,
Orange too bright,
Yellow too dire,
Green is too light.

Blue is too tame,
Indigo's silly,
Violet's a name,
Pink is too frilly.

Those are the reasons
(I've been keeping track)
It changes like seasons,
Now black's the new black.