Redwoobacca

I'm writing for the first time tonight; When the love is strong, And the stars are bright. Writing for the future... Writing for the past, Just to see how long it shall last. A whispering presence Of company beholds, Grasping the words and within they mold. Leaking emotion By the gentle strokes of the pen, Portraying hurt, but no sin. Darkness implodes, Resting at Nightmare's Inn. Waking up to everything, but still wondering why you've been, where you've been. Silence prevails, Fore love has grown, The mystery ebbs away and the darkness is gone. Yet passion is extravagant, Bursting from the roots. Life is so much sweeter,