A poem I made thinking of something of the past the continues to the present...
There is a place in my heart, and a loss tore it apart...
I once had a friend, who I'll love to the end...
But with him and our loss, a piece of a heart...
My Empty Heart, is dark...
He is the best, a noble soul, and I was pure, yet tainted...
a petty fight, brought down the night...
Hearts torn, and lost, together...
An Empty Torn Heart, forever...
The kits, cubs, and cat, had joined to take a bath, and the daycare said all children shall play, and in the water they played that day. Molly was a Polly, whose pranks had all ended in folly, but not giving up, having more jokes and stuff, until...
Blue Limbs, Serene, Drifting, Dead Dreams, A night to forget, a night for sorrow, a night with no tomorrow, A Pill for each pain, drifting insane, without love, without anything above, Blue Limbs, Serene, Drifting Dead Dreams, A time for...
One walks a path, barren and empty, sowing the seeds of life and hope... The path flourishes, the wanderer travels, lost amongst the peace and prosperity... One walks a road, jagged and shattered, raises staff and sword, to assemble the pieces......