Some nights
Its great to write
Long stories that are bright
Today is not
Tonight is filled
With thoughts that could ****
Hopefully it only lasts until
Tomorrow comes
With rays of sun
To dry up the mud

I walk this gravel road.
All alone, I gaze at the cloudy sky.
Empty is my broken heart.
The cold air engulfs my rosy cheeks.
This world is called
both ugly and beautiful,
but I cannot decide.
For the world is just like me.
Lonely.
Cold.
Despairing.
This is just like me.

Take a look at yourself
You can aspire
Have the fire, passion, and precision
To reach even higher
It is in you
Challenge yourself
Make your world impeccable
Reach for that top shelf

How does it feel?
Having your heart being ripped out from your chest....then trying to put it back in with no prevail?
Does it sting?
Do you feel a thing?