If roses are red and
Violets are blue
I'd be a Red Viola
Just to spite you
And It's hard
When everything you say seems so far gone
And if sunsets are orange
And front lawns are green
I would say that I hate you
To save some self esteem
And I know
That everything we have will eventually go
And your eyes are white
White as cocaine
Around the circles of hazel
That won't look me in the face
As you cry
Cuz everything you love will eventually die
Cuz I'm waiting on for something
But that something I can't tell
Cuz hard to believe in something
That is greater than myself
But I moved on
And you felt free
But I was gone
And you had needs
Mind at peace
Weaponize me
Been so long since
I have gotten
Sleep
Weaponize me
And if Gold is elitist
But Bronze is forgotten
I would crawl back to you
Far more often than I should
Cause time burns slow like the old lake wood
And I would hide in vessel
Sacred as black
That would Capture your aura
Like the deepest of Lilac
And born into mischief
What holy hearts could heal
This absence of you
With little specs of teal
In my mind
Because some things you just can't confine
Because I'm waiting on for something
But that something I can't tell
Cuz hard to believe in something
That is greater than myself
But I moved on
And you felt free
But I was gone
And you had needs
Mind at peace
Weaponize me
Been so long since
I have gotten
Sleep
Weaponize me
And I'm tired of being the colors that you make me
I'm tired of being the colors that you make me
I'm tired of being the colors that you make me
I'm tired of being the colors that you make me