False Expectations

If only I caught you

oh vivid rays of sunrise

then an unquestionably gladness

would dance upon my eyes

Within the wave of ballads

I'm hunting authenticity

I've learned: not all roses can sing

rather, some hum in perfect hypocrisy

The fractured path of yesterday

I wish I'd never been

the forlorn lane of faux promises

made me forget how happy I had been.

Some of them think religiously

the proper essence of self-worth

is the summation of their fabricated beauty

plus their unmerited towering net worth

Lucky are some roses on natural soil

no toxin has poison their minds

unlike some that are watered by money

fanatics of lies...color-blind.

Some roses are not roses in winter

only a camouflage of soiled beauty

a plague killing high hopes

a friendship of treachery

If only I'd caught you earlier

oh glossy rays of sunrise

then surely no pieces of broken trust

would reflect upon my eyes.