Broken dreams

To dream seems to be only for the damned, things you want and can not have. The torment of knowing that deep in the dream where anything is possible there will be only one scene. Something strong we can not hide and no matter how much you want can not have. Dark hair soft as silk and warm lips that make you melt these are the torment of your mind the things you can’t have the things you can’t find. Dreams unfulfilled linger in your mind with the wants and needs of another time. Where it passes you do not know but for certain there is only one show, the torment we dream of things we desire when there is nothing left only the fire. To close your eyes and dream of things that where once yours and no longer seems to be a special kind of hell where what you feel is like an empty shell. So we close our eyes and dream of things that can never be because life steals those dreams broken but real.

Little soul lost

Rage at secrets that are being kept acknowledgment would be to no benefit, a child lost so long ago and no one cares because no one knows. Jealousy and pain are the ugly truth about a life long gone passing in our youth. Tears that were cried have long since dried and yet no acknowledgement has come because jealous would over run. Is the past something to be ashamed of or is it truly something that was created with love. destroyed by betrayal and lonliness that left life lost. Secrets that eat away at the soul something that we may never know. would the truth set you free or would it destroy all that you see. Accpetance of what is the most painful truth to see, no one really cares about that little soul lost except for me.