A.H. Gottlieb

The second single and title track from my next album, “lower your expectations” is here. Please share anywhere you want.

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You can listen to the first single from my next album Lower Your Expectations here.

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My Rose

My rose,
You don’t see how you cut me
For you are just a rose
A pretty thing to admire
Is that how you think I see you?
I see your body
I see your imperfections
I crave them
The bending of your petals

My rose,
I desire you
And to grow around your briar
I see everything that makes you
How to nurture you
Is an art
But these hands are bruised
And slow to heal

You Have No Grave
Dedicated to a friend no longer by my side.

I return to the last places I saw you
To feel like you are still alive
Like you didn’t choose to die
Like I was a stranger with worth to prove

I see the places where we laughed
And I remember the sound of your voice
I remember the love I felt before your choice
I needed to feel again, this dying rasp

I moved on with my life and you faded
Like memories often do some day
But your self centered soul has paid
Turned into the thing you hated

Are you a good person? Can you be sure?
No one is ever truly good you said
In every sense but physically, to me? You’re dead.
But you keep returning like parasitic spores.

I once cried that I wouldn’t be at your grave
Your family hated me for defending you
For telling them how you were bruised
But now you are beyond what I can save