Lost and Found

Roses are white, violets are pick it is obviously true that I can’t seem to think

I seat in the dark like a ghost with no heart

Wait…. Have I reached my limit?

Fussing and cussing over every little thing

But what do I need?

I need a drink

No a drink isn’t the answer

Could I be dreaming?

No, I am just going crazy

Focusing on the temporary pain of relationships

Instead of focusing on the everlasting joy

All relationships have their ups and downs

And my relationship drowned when we were beat down

For in the darkness where I was once lost I am found