In a world full of roses, be a thorn

The one people are confused by. The one they scorn.

Against the grain is tough, but a better path in life

Until one day you become a rose, all thanks to your wife...

Pardon my sappiness

But where is my happiness?

Pardon my snappiness

But I can help my selfishness...

Don’t touch

Don’t even look

I can only take so much

But I refuse to go by the book

I’m a protective person, don’t test me

Just go ahead and try, and then you’ll see

I am a ride or die for life, whether good or bad

So don’t you fret, there’s no reason to be scared or sad...

I guess it makes a lot of sense.

But I don’t know how I feel. I’m on the fence.

Being a dove is not so easy, you see.

Being a symbol of peace is much harder, but I guess it’s my destiny...

Some words are forgotten

Others stick and stay

Growing mold, becoming rotten

That’s normal, that’s okay...

I promise I’ll miss you

You’ll stay a memory, that is true

I’m grateful for all that you’ve done

I don’t say that to everyone...

Why do roses have thorns?

An object so beautiful, yet dangerous, leaves me torn

But roses have evolved to have thorns, to protect themselves

From those who don’t appreciate, and only cause hell...

Man….why can’t I be there?

Popping bottles on a yacht, hair a mess from the salty air

Instead I’m stationed, seemingly cemented at my desk

The FOMO that I have is nearing a dangerous level, seemingly grotesque...

There’s nothing better than birds chirping with the early morning sun

As I leap out of bed, ready for a day of fun

I shower and get ready before I hop in the car

I have to drive to work, but luckily, it isn’t too far

It usually takes 10 minutes, sometimes less, sometimes more

Luckily today took only seven, maybe eight, but I’m pretty sure

I ride up the elevator, in silence with others

As I get of...

It haunts me while I sleep

A nightmare so dark, so deep

But what does this have to do with me?

This menacing, gigantic, bloody red tree

The landscape is barren set against a pitch black sky

The tree stands menacingly. I still don’t know why

Again, I think, what does this have to do with me?

I jolt awake from my slumber. I guess it wasn’t meant to be...