A Poem

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

The boy with the ocean eyes and the boy with the flame hair. He stumbled out the room Still drunk on the kiss I didn't realize though I didn't see what was in his hand I didn't see the gun

A bright shining girl in love with music and a shy sweet boy buried in books. Violet would always have her earphones He could hear the drumming of the beat He noticed the slight movement of her lips At each lyric He didn't know the songs before her But now he knew them Word for word

A story about a damaged boy in love with a damaged girl in a word of bike gangs "Hi Oliver" she stated He felt boiling "Hay Shelby" "Have you ever killed anybody?" He nodded She sighed "Stupid bikers"

Darkness, light, a broken knight-- and the statue of a king...

Dearest Time...

A poem, a poem, a poem.

A poem dealing with themes of darkness, loneliness, and despair.

Tell me, Keeper of Hearts...