I prayed a little prayer that night,
The night I fell for you,
Because I knew I’d hold on too tight,
And re-break my heart to two,

But I still gave it all my time,
Because it felt good while it lasted,
Our little love story was in its prime,
Maybe even just past it,

I had a little feeling,
That you’d hurt me if I let you,
I felt it was time I’m stealing,
And that slowly I should let go,

You see they always do,
If you let them,
Break your heart in two,
It’s we ourselves we condemn,

But you see my little prayer,
Worked like a secret whisper,
I was already too aware,
Of the scars upon a blister,

You couldn’t cut my surface,
Even though I wished you to,
My mind she was too nervous,
And my heart love outgrew,

Your pauses said-beware,
Your ignorance bid me a due,
Your messages read- I don’t care,
And before I knew it we where through

You avoided my questions like a plague,
And pretended all the way,
But though your answers where vague,
I knew what you couldn’t say,

Then finally I wore you thin,
And you admitted there was her,
I felt good that my sense did win,
And at the end I didn’t shed a tear.

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.

Roses they’re sorrow
Of things dead and done,
Roses their hollow,
Of blood red and gone,

Violets their shallow,
Blue and icy deep,
Violets their mellow,
Tears of chilly weep,

Roses their bleeding,
And violets they cry,
Love is fleeting and all a lie.

Like the water wasted on green ground,
To our moral virtues we are bound,
And as we come to turn the other cheek,
People love to push us till we no longer stand on two feet,

There’s an error in playing nice these days,
As humanity crumbles in all it’s ways,
Nobody does appreciate your troubles,
And how holding back is your struggle,

When it comes down to being the better person,
Man always must think twice,
Because on our heart we put too much exertion,
In walking away and being nice,

Like rugs we are kept,
Treated with pure contempt,
Because to pretend like its all fine,
Keeps a person walking on a thin line,

I will give credit where credit is due,
But no longer can this heart rue,
For the people it had not put on their places,
Or had not Just knocked back down a few paces,

But to the world of the cruel,
I am not your cowardice tool,
And on your actions my heart will not linger,
So all I have to say is “here is my hand, now pick a finger.”

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.

Roses of Blood,
And Violets of tears,
Colours of sorrow darkened fears,
If shame were copper,
And regret silver steal,
Our horrors and nightmares,
Colours surreal,

Mice eaten wounds,
And freshly torn scars,
Nothing,
Empty,
Forget who you are,

Emotions so raw,
So rotten,
So sore,
Feelings so deep,
Blackness with pain,
Into a soul it will seep,

Black lilies of loathing,
And willows of weep,
As one by one,
We all will face our defeat,

Beauty in betrayal,
Hunger of dread,
A life so frail,
Hanging,
By one single thread.

Dear Child,
I hold so frail in my arms,
I look down and wish to protect you from all that harms,

But I know as the years grow more,
It will be harder on your choices to implore,

Your first few years will be a pleasant walk,
Where I teach and you don’t talk,

But as years go by,
A mother can only wonder what’s ahead will lie,

Soon it will be that “I don’t understand you”,
Even though I was a teenager too,

It’ll be that I am uncool,
You avoid me in public, especially at your school,

You will refuse my tender love,
I’ll be told “mom seriously that’s enough.”

We’ll disagree about boys,
Because you love him,
And I have no choice,

I’ll warn of things,
And you’ll just say “Whatever.”
As with every year my heart stings,
Because you think you’re more clever,

Dear child so small so frail,
Trust your mother and the boats she has set sail,
Trust your mother, whom upon you dotes,
She’s your mother, who to you her life devotes,

As time flies by,
So short as momentary as a sigh,
I watch her learn, I watch her grow,
As all who walk by in her soul do sow,

Will I ever be able to always protect my child?
Keep her sweet, young and undefiled,
I know her passion not mild,
Her streaks like mine is so to live wild,

But a good heart in her I did implore,
This young girl a mother does so adore,

A mother only wishes she could be there every step of the way,
And help a daughter understand,
She knows the exact games life tends to play.

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.