The Journey

This path,
Wasn't meant to be touched... The bitterness placed its hands upon it..
And this place we left behind contains a recollection of the deep explorations and admirations,
Never once I would of thought I'd have...
I still feel the heat of the burning candle between you and I..
Do you still feel it? That heat.. I call sweet sorrow..


The burning flame..
I truly wish to never be blown away,
A soothing touch will put away the misery..
Sorrow may be eternal,
Especially if true feelings aren't exposed...