What if instead
of speaking to our children
stories of haunting ghosts
and vengeful ghouls-
What if instead
of painting the darkness
with misdeeds that lurk
under the shadows
cast by the moon-
We filled the youth
and malleable minds
with tales of starry nights
and endless…
Another Rose
My Mind is weak
It chose lust,
in a river full of beauty.
Your words they sting me
Dead confidence
I deserve my own pity.
But lust is rose red.
And dies before love.
And Under the Waterless sun of my heart,
your love will be shielded by fear of being lonely.
But clarity will intervene your heroin,
In unfortunately many days to come.
Fore once again my soul was blind
and made my heart lazy.
Dead inside i chose another rose,
In a field
Full of daisies.
