Warm winter night's poem

You could be whoever you desire

Even the depths of your own world.

Because they too are the fire

That make you go to bed at night curled.

My path is shadowed by the night of my own self

And I fight it through pretty words and chants

But even I cannot be as great as myself

For once upon a time, I didn't took a chance.

I lay in bed now, surrounded by my guilt

For there was a time when I smiled and laughed

But now all that's left is the wall I've built

And just another poem's draft.

I'm sorry if I let you down, I'm sorry if I'm cold

My perfect world has crumbled and the birds sing no more

For my perfect words have melted, left here to soar

As my soul flies away in fragility, no longer bold.

There are places we can't return,

for there are faces no longer there.

So let the old photos burn

And be taken away in the sweet, cold breeze air.