It was the season of light, It was the season of Darkness.

it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.

we had everything before us, we had nothing before us

we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct 

the other way.

- Charles Dickens

                                   I write you this letter                                                                                       for every verse there’s a rhyme                                                                         from a broken mans heart                                                                                 I’ve spoken up this time                                                                                   I always thought it’d be better                                                                           if i had just learned to forget her                                                                       but I’ve only earned misery,                                                                             in my dreams for eternity.                              

                                                -Isaiah W.

Her eyes of blue
As if from a sea i never knew
Who is this woman?
Who’s hue is sweeter then a rose.
By choice i would have her
The source of her beauty,
I have yet to behold
She is more radiant then the sun
And her smile intimidates the moon
Could she be an angel?
Sent from the heavens above
Whatever she may be
I have yet to see
Another woman with the same amount of beauty that she holds,
Within her eyes of blue.

-Isaiah W.