[SamuraiAlchemistNinja]

My mom always used to tell me my poems were horrible because they were so depressing. She even burned a notebook I had once when I was 8 and 1/2. Believe it or not, in a way this poem is for my mom....anyway...here it is:

Roses, Love, And Smiles written 8/8/06
I can see it in your eyes
Everytime I look, I see
I know it deep inside my soul
That you feel nothing for me
All the things I do for you
That you'll never realize
All the blood I spill because
Of all your hurtful lies
Yet, sometimes still, I believe
That maybe you really care
But then when I need you most
You are never there
Roses, love, and smiles
The things I imagine for us
But my pain and scars
Are the only things I trust
Sometimes deep into the night
When your face crosses my mind
I wish I had the happiness
I know I'll never find