I wish it could be how it was.

A poem. a poem is a the remains of a person put into prose it's excavated from the most tortured of minds the hidden thoughts desperate for somewhere to be shown the deep black abyss into which one slowly declines. I wish. I wish I could see the world the that way they do I wish to one day see the blue flowers bloom I hope to fall asleep tonight without the thought of my tomb I wish I could escape the constant thought og my doom. It could be. It could be the dying spark of a love once had or perhaps the memories of the times we shared maybe it's the way you made me feel it wasn't so bad but most likely you aren't the reason I'm always so scared. How. How could she leave without saying anything how do I even begin to ignore her incessant beckoning how do I seek salvation before the day of reckoning will there come a day when I can speak without panicking. It was. it was good, maybe too good to be true no point anymore of questioning if it was real it was good and for a short time it was something to do the idea of love will always be more potent than the truth.