The awakening.

Need I say more?

Or will it be silenced?

As the song goes “Don’t Stop Believing” but I am, much like Ted Mosby, everyday I believe a little less, I’m letting the darkness consume me. Die Nigh… it has most indeed been nigh many times for me but for her, for you well don’t I…

This poem is about the many dishes that we do every day.

It is a creative writing, particularly a legend.

2/24/2012.

I hide like a child in your arms.

Just because someone says watch out, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t! Always check things out!

I can’t even see the boy I once was anymore; she’s the girl all the bad guys want anyway but how bad is really too bad. Behind The Love… like her I can only see the face of the beast and no longer all the arrows in my back, digging to my heart.