The darkness always brings forth such fear.
Though to turn on a light one must reach into the night, my dear.
To see the beauty within you and me one must embrace our thoughts even as they begin darkening.
Always remember it will be alright if you can step into the night and turn on the light.
Love is a train ride for fools
Rose-colored wool covers their eye’s
Paying attention to only how it begins
Never minding the end
Wreckage filled with sad goodbyes
Only the wounded and the wise know it is a ride worth the pain to ride again and again
Time is like a child
always steeling your change
either at the darkest hour of midnight
at dawns first cleansing light.