Written by: f kelling

Doubt that hungers souls 
Captures the innocent thoughts of love 
What reason do I have to flee when it is trust 
That deceives me……
Sadness remains then in an empty heart
As I admired an angel 
That thing jealousy lives fat, 
Devouring romantic souls and collecting shrunken Hearts
Youth is what catches its eye, Envy of the treasure it holds
There is a satisfaction in being old, wiser, having a past-yet
Living the unknown future as a Youngblood is life’s 
First taste of wine…and a feel no pain tomorrow Ideology
………I loved so yesterday….Thankful more today………. 
That I lived.