Darkness

 I saw it and closed my eyes, 

wanted it and knew it was different,

walked through it and felt the nightmare

and allowed the chapter to be written.

Dry tears and a large void ,

sadness, sorrow and a fallen willow,

days of darkness, winter nears

and here I stand all alone.

Sorrow

 I don't hold the pen,

it's not my story to tell,

foolishly written 

with a glimpse of hell.

One version reveals

the side of love, 

but on the other page

there is only one. 

Fueled by dreams

wishful visions appear,

hoping that one day 

two hearts would shae. 

 Hate is an emotion equal to that of love, 

I feel nothing , neither love nor hate. 

 It takes two to realize the dreams...