Painful twisted sorrow is what I fight.. Heavy shadows as dark as the night.. Is it me? .. Do I destroy every love I touch? .. Is a love story impossible? Is it too much.. 20 years has passed
from my first love.. she was unfaithful and a lier and everything above .. As the years come to pass.. They were cold and cruel.. No one was right to me.. And I was a fool.. Everyone I met was dry and dread..
Inside of me my soul is dead.. in a thousand pice or my be more.. A mirror land with a smile on the floor .. My love has died so rest in peace..
My ego my heart and all of my speech..
My Only Daughter Died
I never wrote her a poem about afterward. Maybe soon. Something happens to a person when they write about their life, what happened when and from/to whom. Yesterday, someone speaking of her got jammed up on "She was...she was..."
:D Merry Chrstmas