When Do You

When I cry you don't care
When I cry you are never there
When I cry you don't hold my hand
When I cry no one cares

When will I learn that you don't love me
When will I learn that you love someone else
When will I learn that this is pointless
When will I learn that i don't love you

When will I stop thinking about you
When will you get out of my thoughts
When will everyone just start caring
When will love end

Did you ever care
Did you ever want me
Did you ever cry
Did you ever once think about me

Deadly

"Look like the innocent flower,/

But be the serpent under it." (Shakespeare 1:5)

A fool made death,

The serpent meant as fear.

For the innocent flower

Full of beauty

The serpent may hide

No one was to know

Though curiosity did strike

To death row it might go

Furiously and wildly

Created with no thought

Whom does it want to kill

That made it full of worth?

To know not what thou means

Twas to be known in fear

Saved the man that was slain

Slay that who was wrongly mistaken

In the end all who were wrong will die.