Roads    -for thyvampirprince

this desolate wasteland they call life really hurts.
this rocky road cuts hard when you fall.
this road shouldn't even exist
because of how many have treaded upon it.
yet it still persists, its worn tar scared
and weak.
this road has stayed throughout all obstacles, from winding
through mountains and crossing oceans.
it has continued its journey.

but now
another road
revels itself.

this smooth road doesn't cut as deep when you fall.
this road is new,the smell
of fresh tar lingering in my nostrails.
it marks a new begining.

so you stand at the fork
in the road.

should you
continue down
the road
of sorrow?

should you
start again
with a
clean slate?

you took
the one
i knew
you would.