Find your passion, it's in there somewhere
Write something down
Make it a masterpiece
For you are it's great creator
Tap into your inner artist
Find your passion

Use your anger, your tears, your fears
They fuel the depth of some of our greatest writing

I found my passion through the depression I'm in
I found it through my tears
And through my fears

If only we could all find our passion through happiness, joy, and light

You held the knife
I held my breathe
And you couldn't do it
For your heart was pure

You my brave huntsman shall be slaughtered for your nobility by the ruler of the dark land in which you live
I dearly regret it
I dearly do

If only there was a way I could save you
But a secret to this story is that I love you

It fills in the cracks of depression
And covers up the scars of loneliness
Expresses our emotion through our doubt, our pain, and our hunger
Poetry is a beautiful and powerful thing

How could it be you
Why do you hate me so
And act the way you do
Never have you thought of me
In a good way
Or in a good place
How could I have loved
Why would I have continued to love you
And cherish the thought of you
Never again I will
How, why, and never again that I will give my love you

Through the night my heart is so deceiving
I can’t even help but breathing
It won’t stop
Every time
The night is black and lushes
It shows the beauty of the darkness
Expresses the wonder of blackness
I see you
Standing there
In the middle of road
Under a street lamp
Your arms wide open
Beckoning me to come into them
I run to you
To have you fade
To blow away like dust
And the lights go out
I am alone
All through the night I’m missing you
Your standing there in front of me
I look at you, you look at me
And then your gone
Into the night
Gone without a trace
The sky isn’t the only blackness at night
In the dark
In the cold
Without you
Without you
Alone
In the night
The black, dark, and deceiving night
Night