To love is to love

But to hate, a misguided tune

For loving one is a softly sung lulaby 

Unmistakably ment for two 

For the ones who's inoccent's runs amuck with glee

It fills my heart with anamostity 

Knowing that they are yet to feel 

What hardship a heart does distill 

So yet I yearn 

For that time to return 

To regain a piece long lost

A piece now gone

Where a darkend hollow now remains

I beg and pray for a piece of peace

To fill what is now forgotten, 

I fear that the hardened darkness will never refrain

For this is all that is left

A harddend shell, to be my shield 

To reflect the punches

Fists full of sawrow and regret  

So that I may reflect 

On the words that were spoken, and the ones yet to be said.