In a land of broken promises
There lives a painter
This painter only has one eye
With that eye
He sees horror
He sees death
He sees fire
But most importantly
He sees magic

The distance between fear and me
Cannot be measured
But if it runs across seas
And blackens what is already dark
Then it overpowers all of me
But it cannot touch my faith
Time will push it away
Other dimensions will outnumber it

You make me so happy
Why can’t you see
Just how much I love you
Your best friend

i am not a poet
i am a girl with too many feelings to hold in
but somehow
with an escape in dreams
reality is a nightmare
too dark to understand
yet just light enough to pass by
i do not write poetry
i write what i see down on paper