Dread
These are the days we all dreaded for years here hides the sorrow the season of tears all that comes and goes and whats left behind the cold truths the empty hearts and fears These are the times, empty lifeless hearts in pain when there is nothing left to hold whats there to gain the pain reseeds deepens sometimes withdraws feeling do tend to have a way very hard to explain the mystery that is love so kind so gentle a thing with all the things that we think it should bring the promises made to be broken ,regrets held its all that its not, just a mere candle flickering 21-02-2002