Do you Justice

Reminiscing,
Before the head games.
When words came easy and there were no pains.
When the warm summer air carried the smell of cut grass.
And I think of your eyes, because they are green.
Sometimes I listen to that old Taylor Swift song.
The one that says your name,
Like it's written just for you, because her words are spot-on.

And I wish I could do you justice like that.

-B

Halves

Half a face
Half a life
Hiding behind two big eyes
Your full identity can't be seen
When you can not find your complete mean
Half a face
Half alive

-B

Rage

The world is blue.
When you pan-out and look through.
The colors combine, and they make blue.

The pain is real.
Doctors bandage the broken earth.
But band-aids are not enough anymore, the pain is real.

Our society is pathetic.
A stereo typical, mass judgement that might not apply to you.
But probably.
Self righteous humans with their head so far up their ass.
Our  society is pathetic.


How can we fix it.
Take back the wars- the massacres. Forget the politics.
We cant. How can we fix  it.

-B