After all that happened I am still empty, and I still love her…

Love:

Retaining the questions to oneself without asking doubts is very dangerous and it affects the person from growing into a smart individual.

Doubts and fears of a confused heart.

Be strong dear heart.

Saying it means saying it. But the way you did it gave me doubts.

This is a poem written by me. It’s not suppose to be deep. Its just what was on my mind.

This time alone becomes gripping.

Dreams are so easily squashed.

As usual, emotion provoking literature has a tendency to have me pondering the repercussions of the beliefs I have chosen (or that which chose me) and the many ways life never seems to fit into the boxes my brain, faith, personality would like it to.
Essentially I think it would be easier if we could just measure how good and bad people are, rather than need to deal with grace.