Beautiful was the day I knew no pain.
Is happiness yet a dream? An unreachable figment?
You give your heart to empty promises and diluted affirmations.
Why continue this process?
The need to be needed seems to silence the warnings in my heart.
Nights of being held by strong arms leave me unfulfilled.
Empty.
Desiring more than just passion.
Meaningless passion.
I am so easily lead astray. And yet, my heart will not harden. Why?
Why does my heart not refuse these notions of love. Or remorse presenting itself as love.
My mistakes have made me, and have buried me.
Now, sadness and endless wandering shall arise.
Because beautiful was the day I knew no pain.
I am ashes.
Drifting Poems 