Growing up

When you're a child, you think that everything comes from a tree.

Then when you grow, you learn that you're the one who must sow that tree. Later, you know that tree grows from a seed. When you grow up a little more, you realize that the tree grows differently depending the season in which you've sowed it. Time after, you learn that not every soil is optimum for every tree.

And when you became old, you know that not everything comes from a tree. And you've wasted your time sowing.

Writing letters to no one.

Dear you,
Daring me.

Thinking you'd reply...
And you did
Ignoring all I cry.

I wasted my time
Painting the words
I wanted you to say
But you hate my art.

I failed.

But soon I will dance,
Leaving all behind
Staring at Sun
From the dark.
And no one will read
The letters I'll write.
My dear...
I'll fly.

Dear you,
Daring me.

Behind that rock I learnt
How to be
a "full of misery".

Feeling how your
Sun still shines.
The same old dance
Which I denied.

Disharmony awoke,
The day I lost,
The will I will...
Give up.

And soon I will dance,
Leaving you behind
Staring at Sun
From my dark.
And no one will read
The letters I've write.
My dear...
Goodbye.

My Sweet Dark Home

No,
no matters how far,
I've sailed with my thoughs

You're soaring the pain inside...

While I weep,
In every tear,
Staring at me.

Bathed in crimson seas...

And I won't
Keep looking for
Stars in this cold...

Night in which my sorrow becomes...

My sweet Dark Home.
My Love,
Broken while I...

Run,
Away from the sun.
Fate: this dust;

The ashes of love's eternal flame,

Dead by your shame,
Cursed by my blame,

Blessed to late for a filthy light,

Which sparkled in vain,
And failed in my...

Tortured soil and begs for a breath...

Within this lie.
... My skin.

LyraGothe,,