I Am My Own QueenI don't need you,Like you want me to,I'm not left in-between.My heart is mine,My soul is fine,I am my own queen,
Ineffablepainting my red roseyellow so you don't have tosee my agony.
SempiternalShe says thatlove is like a rose bush,once you're caughtin its embracethere is no escapingfor if you try to escape, the thorns will catch you andonly hurt you more.He agrees.She says she will never try to escape from their rose bush.He makes his vows with another.The cake is set, the moon is lit,and she disappears.They found her in a rose bush,blood flowing out like a river.Drowned in his love, forevermore.
The Child And The PreacherI rememberThe boy's eyes As the preacher spoke:"Come child,We'll plant The worldIn your mind.Let it blossomOn the brightestOf sun days."His eyesWent blank.He was never told That his mindWould be wateredDown.
RavelStitch up my skin again..... maybe then it'll fit me.
PathwaysWhat might've, should've and could've happened,May never happen again.If I take this path, what will I miss?Will my life ever be the same?When I walk with others, they choose the pathThey lead me where I go.I will reap the aftermathIt's my life, not their show.I look back for experienceBut shouldn't regret what has been.For what has passed can't change nowAnd other paths will remain unseen.