Running through the dark,
my lips holding back your name...

Once I had hope for you,
once I was proud of you...

The world outside my window,
is an ever changing place...

Red tint
masks the once white glow...

Broken lines,
and scattered thoughts...

Alone you sit
Behind the wheel...

Some things mix well together,
others never will...

What was once something special,
something unique and good...

The soaring dove,
from above falls...

*I wrote this poem for a contest where every line...
Do you really love me...

Wilted from the sun,
damaged from the rain...

If my soul was a building,
I'll tell you how it'd be...