I was in a poem writing mood today so here is another one, it’s short and sweet; I call it "Times Torture".
Pain owns the night and all that it covers
Our love hides behind shadows that can’t be discovered
Your eyes tell me it’s real and everything will be ok
But our reality is a dream and this is a game we two often play
Four years I have waited for our time to come to pass
Maybe this life has been wasted with hopes pressed to the glass
These moments bare no difference from all others we have enjoyed
Shall I continue on this path or has our love been destroyed
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