Unrevealed

Every image creates a thought,
for a moment I will stop,
staring as I pass through,
still left thinking of you.

My emotions present to me a fool,
I'm not going to be just another tool,
one side notices the good part,
one side notices what's not from your heart.

I've wasted my precious time,
to write this out into a rhyme,
because I can't get over the idea of you,
though you make my heart turn blue.

My nightmares feel alive,
through the blackness I survive,
the light is near,
now you disappear.