Sometimes I write poetry. This is one about Love. Love can be blinding. It has a constant way of finding, Just the right moment. It has to be heaven sent, To live rent Free in your mind. Would you be so kind As to explain to me why love can be so cruel. It is as though there is a duel, Which is fueled By madness, sorrow, and pain. What is there to be gained, As we watch our dreams fall through as fingers.
A blank space I have That I was staring at Tried to find some feelings So I can put it into words But I found nothing now Is it merely a mirage? For me to think I used to have something No I’m sure it was there It was my defense mechanism Shutting me down before I lucid dreaming to deep