Roses Are Red

“A Blessing” By: Trinity Mitts Each day is a blessing; with every situation leaving us guessing whether or not our Lord is still with us.  But we all must have complete trust, for he is always there, no matter what. Jesus willingly gave up his life; though we still feel that stab of a knife, for every regretted sin we commit. After begging for forgiveness, they disappear in a flit. Remember each day is a blessing,  so stop questioning our Lord’s ways.

"Abandoned" By: Trinity Mitts In this world where stars twinkle bright, there is only one person who ever truly understood. She was there by day and by night, at least until a major severance came upon us. She had abandoned this sweet infant in times of adversity, leaving more than one in great freight. Leaving them to fight; to fight with all their might. All alone, fighting through this thing called life.

"Cicatrix" By: Trinity Mitts I lay back against my pillow, I let the pain drain from my lap, The simple touch of pain releases it all, I let the song of sweet sparrows fill my mind, It releases all of the mental pain, The pain of feeling nothing, Of being completely empty, With loneliness as my parents, And my beloved bed is my only friend, I am hushed, My face, constantly flushed, With the pink of embarrassment, The fear of saying the wrong thing, The fear of being the wrong thing, By day, I am hit with arrows, The arrows of everyone surrounded, The sparrows begin to drive me insane, All feelings must be oppressed, Until all of the suffering is recessed, At night, I lay awake, Contemplating whether I should draw again, The art of one straight line after another, And another, And another, Knowing this time could be the end, I must allow the torture a break, Is it possible to love someone like me? Ruined by a cursing past?              ...

"Give Me a Sign!" By: Trinity Mitts Looking into your eyes, I can see nothing but lies, It’s almost as if I am an object to you, Since you’ve stolen my heart, Every night, I look to the stars and moon, Searching for an explanation of God’s piece of art; The art that is you, so exquisite, So tender, strong,  So dark, and handsome, I know I shouldn’t believe it, Your height, nearly a foot above me, Your touch, makes every muscle in me go numb, the tingling feeling of satisfaction and lust, Or is it love? Give me a sign! Give me a sign so I know whether this is lust or love, I feel as though it is only a dream, But every time I look into your dark eyes, I’m filled with happiness, satisfaction, security and love, Yet you show me no affection Where everyone can see, not even a simple hug, I know your strengths and weaknesses, as you know mine, But if you love me like you say behind closed doors, Give me a sign! Give me a sign so I can stop myself from looking like a fool, I was wi...