Reminiscent of Gatsby or Howard Hughes

But where he got his money? Nobody has got a clue

Did he inherit it all? Steal it? What job did he do?

Amassing collections of property, cars, and antiques too

He hosts these parties, so lavish and divine

With gilded furnishings abundant, providing a radiant shine

Walls made of marble, onyx, and the world’s rarest pine

But no one has figured out the source o...

There has to be some sort of connection

One that I ponder in the midst of reflection

How I continuously see images of her

So crisp and clear. They may as well be a picture

She looks amazing, she’s always stylin’

From the streets of New York to the beaches of an island...

What a terrible world we exist in

Family lost, never to be seen again

Millions cursed by the sunrise

Deciding whether or not, that person dies

I’ve been through it before, more times than I’d like

Losing my Aunt and Uncle, in back to back nights

I come home from school and my Mom is in tears

I knew right away, this was the peak of all my fears

I will be taken and my family must find me by sunris...

It’s all fun and games, until someone gets hurt

A broken bone perhaps, or a blood stained shirt

But this should not hold us back, of enjoying the games and fun

Embracing all that life offers, there is nothing we should shun...

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...