Red Viola

If roses are red and
Violets are blue
I'd be a red viola
Just to spite you
And It's hard
When everything we have seems so far gone

And if sunsets are orange
But front lawns are green
I would say that I hate you
To save some self esteem
And I know
That everything we have will eventually go

And your eyes are white
As white as cocaine
Around the circles of hazel
That won't look me in the face
As you cry
Because everything we love will eventually die

And I'm waiting on for something
That something I can't tell
It's hard to believe in something
That is greater than myself

And I moved on
And you felt free
But I was gone
And you had needs

Mind at peace
Weaponize me
Been so long since
I have gotten sleep
Weaponize me

If gold is elitist
But bronze is forgotten
I would crawl back to you
Far more often than I should
Cause time burns slow like the old lake wood

And I would hide in vessel
As sacred as black
That would capture your aura
Like the deepest of lilac

And born into mischief
What holy hearts could heal
This absence of you
With little specs of teal
In my mind
Because some things you just can't confine

And I'm waiting on for something
That something I can't tell
Because hard to believe in something
That is greater than myself

And I moved on
And you felt free
But I was gone
And you had needs

Mind at peace
Weaponize me
Been so long since
I have gotten sleep
Weaponize me

I'm tired of being the colors that you make me
I'm tired of being the colors that you make me
I'm tired of being the colors that you make me