Is this love

Is this love that I'm feeling

Or is it really

Just anger

That I'm used to

This stranger that I knew

Or atleast I used to 

Good and evil 

I can't tell

Who's who

But since she claims to be right

Then I guess I'm wrong 

But there's always light 

After dark 

Road to the past

I got lost
Somewhere in between the start and the end.
Somewhere around the middle, I began to give in.
My mouth has no words.
My heart has no hurt.
My mind has no thoughts.
I’m stuck on this road without stops.
I know where it leads.
Back to the past,
Where I was trying to leave

Old field

Old field

For old souls 

That existed

Some while ago

In this old field

With three houses

And filled with good souls 

Age with wisdom

That not even they

Could ever know

Unless they were to leave 

This old field 

of dreams