The Journey..

This path,
Wasn't meant to be touched... The bitterness placed its hands upon it..
And this place we left behind contains a recollection of the deep explorations and admirations,
Never once I would of thought I'd have...
I still feel the heat of the burning candle between you and I..
Do you still feel it? That heat.. I call sweet sorrow..

The burning flame..
I truly wish to never be blown away,
A soothing touch will put away the misery..
Sorrow may be eternal,
Especially if true feelings aren't exposed...

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If I, Should I?

If I climb starways to heaven, will I miss out the stars?
If I just lay right here, who's to stop the cars?
If I meet with your skin, who will see my scars?
Is this really my cage, when I can see no bars?

Should I take the first step, or should I sit and wait?
Should I turn towards, or quicken up my gait?
Should I question why, or accept it as my fate?
Is the time now right, or is it far too late?