Irony

this house is full of

emptyemptyemptyemptyemptyemptyemptyemptyempty

promises.

so full of promise

yet so empty.

To Cherry

for you changed when fall came
a different seed that the old couple had planted
‘you reap what you sow’
but they have done no wrong
and now this rose has made her thorns sharp
we come from the same stem,
but we parted

to this change I have not expected
as if a foreign flower has bloomed beside me
and I have my faults
of pushing her away
seeing the differences between us

and now my actions have taken its toll

she hisses my name like its poison
as if we don’t come from the same stem
but it seems the farmers would like to harvest her first
for her beauty and wit
‘I might as well wilt’ I say

you have won this lifetime
for you lived and I died, and keep dying each day

Arrogance

You say you are humble
just like a little thimble
on a poor woman’s thumb
sewing all the way ’til she’s numb

but she’s sewn for so many years
and to any needle she shows no fear
may she need not any thimble at all
who are you to say, that you’re the savior of all?