These past weeks,
have been the best,
All my joy,
Seeps from this heart in my chest.
If every cloud,
has a silver lining,
Then can’t every sun,
Have a shadow?
Young love
And hopeful dreams,
Tainted by doubt,
And broken by distance…
A fist through the wall,
Or a blank stare down the road,
All you’re left with,
Is blood and broken bones.
Anger melts,
As quickly as it grows,
Replaced instead,
With heartbreak and pain…
The methods and reasons
Of the end matter not,
Because no matter what,
It’ll still be done…
One cannot know,
How much you’ll loose,
Until you give everything,
And in the end, still hurt…
A risk is a chance
That must be taken,
Even if in the end,
It doesn’t seem worth it…
All that’s left to do,
Is lock away the memories,
And crawl out of the dark,
To face the bright new day…
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