UntitledLove while the night still hides the withering dawn..
Come the day the illusion will be gone.
Your heart will be lain to rest inside the unmarked tomb,
Within your chest, an empty hole.
Torn asunder by the lack of his lying sweet words against your ear,
The sweet nothings, that meant not a thing.
This is your poison.
This is your addiction.
Freedom and Regret:Albania and TurkeyA young dark haired girl kneels in the midst of a blood stained battle ground.
Her uniform, once worn with pride, now hangs off her small frame, tattered.
She stares at the blood on her hands in a mixture of repulsion and regret.
A lean shadow causes her to look up to a man she knows all too well.
He looks down at her, eyes full of pain and sorrow.
She reaches out a gloved hand only to be met with a cold emptiness.
She stands slowly as tears stream down her childish face.
“I’m sorry for hurting you, but you wouldn’t listen …all I wanted was to be free again, to see what it was like.”
They stood there for what seemed like hours until the Turkish man bent down and cupped her cheek gently and looked into her violet eyes.
“I am also sorry for taking your freedom but
you were young, I thought it was for the best.”
He gathered the girl in his arms and kissed the top of her head.
The Turkish man t