All of my poems are dark. I can't write a "lighter" poem. I guess I show what I'm feeling. Even though I'm not unhappy or upset. I don't understand myself anymore. All well.
Fly away like a dove
My anger burns the deepsest red
Because now I know that you don't care
My sadness burns the deepest blue
Every time I think of you
You call what you did to me love?
I wish I could fly away like a dove
At least then i could get away from the thing you call love