Discovery

An attempt by a depressed pessimist to optomistically look review chance for happiness

A waste of time
Only know
To run and hide
Love
I have yet to learn
But, oh, how I yearn!
Notion of such
Tainted
Such an ugly picture
Has been painted
Dreams and mystery
Still alive
Me, love will find
When its time comes
To hide
From the tainted artist's brush
Together we will exist
In a lovely, quieted hush