One may never know sadness until they look into the eyes of someone who doesn't love them back
Just as one can't know love
without knowing pain
Or anger without realizing peace
And happiness
without a little grief
For emotions are counter active,
and surely you have to know both sides of the story before you understand it

Daddy puffs a fire stick
and Mama doesn't like it;
she put it out so many years ago.
it was just a tiny one
of many sacrifices made;
and she bit her tongue
for longer than she'd hoped.

HOT WHEELS.
I went from broke to buying a Lamborghini,
Price tag not so teeny,
Sleek and black, for my driving academy,
Or should  I buy the red Ferrari?
Command a salesman to "comprare"?
Wouldn't he be a happy chappy?
But would it make me happy?
I could be buying loads of stuff,
But when you're old, you've got enough!
To me, consumerism is in vain,
My peaceful simple life in the slow lane.
So, today I did not buy the red Ferrari,
Or indeed the sleek Lamborghini,
There was no Hot Wheels Driving School,
Consumerism as a manipulative tool.

An empty house
An empty bed
An empty heart
An empty head
An empty soul
An empty night
An empty will
An empty light
An empty pillow
And for all I can see
An empty life
An empty me

When you write please tell me about your eyes,
How they look in the clear night skies,
Or the hot sunny days.
Ask others what they see,
and then tell me,
Because I'm desperate to remember,
You see i'm forgetting the very thing,
that held me together.

Now I know.

Trust falling on a daggers edge.
Will leave a deeper wound,
when you reach the end.