do not paint a pleasant picture
excuse me if I only give vivid detail
from a black and white perspective
sorry If I wander the gray area
pardon me for not being content
amongst the populous of raped minds
and ravaged landscapes
I also sometimes regret
that it holds no stories
of rainbows and butterflies,
green pastures and blue skies
but hearts were destined to be broken
the roses have their thorns
the birds have their beaks
and the bees have their stingers
those who examine both sides of the coin
are easily susceptible
to the break,
to the prick,
to the peck,
and to the sting
but memories. . .
ahh memories. . .
you are but the queen of all bitches!
the break will heal
the prick will stop bleeding
the peck will heal
and the sting will subside. .
but the memory will surely outlive me.
