Two Of The Rarest Roses Poem by Libby Bechtel

She & I were fooled, so lost & confused
Now we're standing here with a heart pained with bruises
We should've kept our eyes on the prize,
But temptations, once again, distracted us
They say once a player, always a player
Wish it weren't true
We tried to prove it wrong,
But we failed
Time to go back to first grade
At least then love wasn't a game,
Just something that your parents hopefully gave you
Players need attention, therefore they will play the game

The gates, I swear, to heaven are locked shut to our generation
They won't ever open 'til we check ourselves
Rumors these days...
They say the economy's bad,
Well, friends buy secrets that I placed my lock on
Of myself, I take good care
But only the side I ever show
Only few people know how I truly feel inside

You know I walk away cause tryna talk is hopeless
I'm scared of how some minds will mold
People always seem to notice every time we do cry,
I guess that means tears come few & far between,
Even though we're livin' out what you would call a soap scene
Lookin' back through this broken glass,
Tryna figure out how we got here
Not sure,
But it's not gonna happen again


by Libby Bechtel (12/13/10) ©