Poetry;my depravity. A manic insanity

Negativity

It's always seemed to me to be

That the world was twisted and bruised

Hearts broken misused

Until one day I began to see

Because roses aren't red,

just things that'll soon be dead

Money poorly spent,

fulfilling misbegotten ideas well bent

And violets aren't blue,another lie,untrue.

But it's the spark in her eyes as she laughs my "foolishness" away,

her laugh as she tells me "no don't be silly"

"Roses aren't mearly dead can't you see the way they can brighten anyone's day?"

"The unspoken messages they say?

How they lift the hearts of the old, the mornful
Make young lovers eyes glisten,hopeful bold"

"It hardly matters," I shrug and say
"They all wind up dead anyway..."

"But that's the exactly point!" she'll enthusiastically say

"Why live it any other way?"

It's through her smile as she takes my hand and I'm no longer in pain
That makes me smile,acknowledge
My one true gain