The Choice

The Choice

I’ll take solace in thinking

She would finally see

That I still choose her,

When she never chose me.

Mine Still Hurts

Brokenhearted, once again

My memories come, back to when

I watched you sleep, in my shirts

And I fixed your heart, but mine still hurts

Marked

Her intoxicated heart

Set ablaze by her lover

As throat-grabbing marks

Become harder to cover

Rise and Fall

Something borrowed, something used

As tears and laughter set the mood

That love then gets black and blued

Then someone’s broken, someone’s screwed

Falling

My heartbeat paces gallantly

While my brain says I’m fine

I’m falling for your eyes you see

And I hope you fall for mine

The Fool

All she wanted was justice

Served against her molester

But in court, he was the king

And she became the jester