Entangled entwined in a war of unkindness, where both sides are blinded by rage and by madness, were love once danced and emotions engulfed them, as she said she loved him and he said it back, as their lips locked forever to never come back, while fingers wrapped them in a moment of madness, now it's all gone and all that's left sadness, as they stare at the papers faceless solicitors wrote, of the times that they once had before all they did argued, and all that was said as they drifted apart and hated instead.

I shouldn't be allowed to like this, for I weren't the eyes looked into.
But of all her photos this one says so much.

How much is enough?

Karma......
Karma comes in many forms
From a simple breeze to a tropical storm
From a gentle nudge
To hearty push
But when it comes it doesn't rush
**** on folk and scream and shout
Karma is always taking notes
So build an empire and declare yourself queen
Nothing karma hasn't already seen
But to get to the throne you used those who cared
Then when your needs fulfilled you cast them away
Then karma after taking notes, came to call to return it all.
The throne now challenged, the empire at war
As a psychic shouldn't you have known.
Seems not? Are you a fraud.

Raindrops become puddles as they huddle together.
Teardrops tracks as they run away.
Words whispered on breath that catches the ear.
Always say what want them to hear.

Last night I looked up to the stars
But the clouds got in the way
The stars were still there
Waiting for another day
The clouds come and go
Night after night
Just look up
It will be alright.

There is a room inside all of us. From birth we have posted things in there that we never retrieve.