It seems sorta scary. How you seem to ensnare me. This new life I'm trying to acclimate. My heart and soul you all to easy captivate. Destiny told me I would never move on. From what was, the old me seems so far gone. Crushed, used, beaten for false fun. One night is all it took. To tear out the pages of this old book. Please beautiful pen dont run out of ink. For all I wish is to know what you think. These worn pages to you a mystery your story not printed. Future not yet determined to me all light is tinted. Walking blindly darkness fills the void. Will you be the sun to light my way or the fire to leave what's left destroyed. Thoughts pulsing heart gently beating. Nothing made more sense until after our meeting.