Love is a word, a promise made. But as time passes by, actions betray this very promise. The mouth is sweet, the hand is bitter, as it leaves a trail of destruction. Pain becomes one's daily bread, as from deep within a meaning is sought. Love is kind,love is cruel and sometimes it has a bitter ending. As walls are trailed with blood unending.
Yuzuko has just encouraged me to put pen to paper through her heartfelt poems