Yellow roses are for friendship

Hand them out by the dozens

Give all your friends a bouquet

You have plenty to give away

Yellow roses are for friendship

Put them in pretty glass vases

Water them every day, every night

It doesn't take much to care for them

Yellow roses are for friendship

It's okay if they start to wilt

All they need is a little extra water

A little more love and care

Yellow roses are for friendship

Their petals are falling off

Thorns pricking all who come close

Golden yellow fading to sickly brown

Yellow roses are for friendship

They are decaying, rotting, dying

No one wants to say anything

Politely glance at a silver bin

Yellow roses are for friendship

A dozen discarded in the waste

To be picked up Thursday morning

We decide to stop pretending

Yellow roses are for friendship

Too bad flowers are temporary.

tears in my eyes

pain in my heart

i wanted to let you in

but didn't know where to start.

uncertainty where you lie

energy running low

life passing me by

but my soul won't let you go

trying to run away

but my minds telling me no

like a shooting star

without the promising glow

you left me with a hurt heart

and some broken skin

always turnin your back

never letting me in

stealing my soul from the angels within

riding your wave

to your city of sin.

I want you to know a story.

Once upon a time, there was a girl.

Her name was strong independent woman.

She had everything she needed.

The people who once saw her only thought of her name.

But she was withering away.

So far gone she couldn’t look her children in the eyes.

Afraid their previous thoughts of her would fade,

along with her crumbling soul.

It was sucking her dry.

It was numbing her cells.

The tightness of her belt, the last feeling she had before the fall.

Every stick in her arm may cost her life.

She knew the risks of pushing her veins.

So was she brave for knocking on death’s door for a trip?

Or a coward for fearing if she stopped she would be forced to live?

Every question has two answers.

Every story two sides.

black or white?

right or wrong?

bravery or cowardice?

No grey, no conditions, no middle ground.

So can you answer my question?

those three words.

that everyone says but never means.

those three words.

everyone wants to hear them but no one wants to listen

those three words.

responses so generic they’ve become meaningless.

those three words.

usually said in pity, not concern.

those three words.

weightless and automatic

those three words.

are you okay?

it is surrounding me

stealing my ability to swallow

my face is red

and sweat is dripping from my chin

I am suffocating.

my finger tips are blue

bullets have pierced my skin

ice has crept into my veins

and the fire has seared my bones

i am dying

light is behind my eyes

the whispers of our song are in my ear

the pulsing of my heart deafens me

and my stomach has flipped from the fall

I am alive

my cells are erupting

the breeze has curled my toes

my hairs are standing

and you cause my lungs to catch

i am breathing

I am helpless to its suffocation

I am engulfed by our pain

I am awake for our wonders

I am inhaling your passion

I am consumed

I think of him

The roughness of his hands

The softness of his beard

The warm, golden glow of his skin

The way his body fit mine perfectly

I think of conversations we had

The calming sound of his voice

The easy, unfiltered joy of his laugh

I think of the ridges of his belly

The firmness of his biceps

The sweetness of his kiss against my lips

I think of him, always

But it's hardest at night....

I want him back, I want him home

I miss him

There is one thing,

most people have,

but claim to have lost.

Strength.

How wrong,

these people are,

they all have 

Strength.

It is a choice,

you may choose,

to have or not,

Strength.

No one is forced,

to make the wiser decision,

its all up to you.

Strength.