the doors that was never open

here a dark poems

the doors that was never

that led into a dark place that holds a past that are both good and bed

and in that place that I myself could not go in

but in my dream the door is left unlock for me to visit my past

I myself relive that history that was eased by all that never knew exist in time

in this place I get to live and see that man who holds my heart and live that full of joy

was this made by gods or was this to destroy me and a life I made in a time that became

a new history of mines