Limousines, Finished Version

Limousines

Long and sleek.

White or black.

What does it matter,

As long as it doesn’t bring us back?

Fizzy and crystal.

Whine or champagne.

What does it matter,

As long as we don’t remember?

Silk and ties.

Roses or carnations.

What will it matter,

If they don’t care?

Money and rings.

White or black.

What does it matter,

If they love?

The Difference Between Me and You

Oh the wonderful things I think of at 1:30 in the morning....

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
but here is the difference
between me and you:

You think I am sweet,
I think you are sour;
your impending doom
is on the hour.

So lets go for a walk
just me and you,
past the birds and bees
and roses in bloom.

And on the way back
all I will bear
is this gun in my hand
and the breeze in my hair.

So the difference is
between me and you
is that I am alive
and you are through.

I Dream of Change

I’m sitting stagnant

My wrists are bound with invisible ties

The want to pack and the need to leave

Are only allowed to be dreams right now

The dream is only allowed

A throbbing head rush

The thumping heart

That must be kept inside

For the words that would be said

And the feelings that remain

Are restraining me here

Till my soul is dead

Frustration is inevitable

The dream might explode

Into uncontrollable actions

And angry hurtful words

The desire to leave

To go someplace warm

And start over,

I hope I don’t forget them.

When the opportunity finally comes

I will rush through everything

For if time could only move faster

I would already be free

Hmmmm... me thinks it might be a good rap song. But I don't know if I like the title