Box Of Roses


A weary rise, a smile senile The vain deception of a walk suicide Romance of days are drunk by night Box of roses left behind Hold thy heart while you hold the wine The face of a dream on a vile new high True I say the storm is gone Clouds they laugh As stars…

Sorry


The words they say are stronger swords The words, they say, they roar And all, they say, they win a war But yet you know they’re hoarse I know you need no apology But take it as an empathy I am sorry for the words that leak That pierce the heart i know the feel…