Empty desk

As i hold this hollow pen
my fears and desires arise
but confusion clouds my judgement
as tears flow from these eyes

tears hitting the page i write upon
as my heart Yearns for that warmth
that was once close but now is gone
as the world passes by

i find myself sitting at this empty desk
as hollow as this pen and my heart
the ink on the pages blurs and changes
writing when we were torn apart

we were young and carefree
sometimes i feel that it was only me
i know my faults i know my pain
there was nothing for me to gain

i wonder should i stop on this page
close the book and start anew?
but this is the biggest book
the book that only i can look

the shelf in the corner rotting of age
the books dusty and worthless
one with hate, another with desire
i light the match and all is on fire

so with this blaze behind me
i write this last sentence
i am returning to where i belong
dont worry, i wont be gone for long

All dreams are Crazy
Until they come True...

As i silently Scream
i will Dream Endlessly