heart beats silently

its core is black ice.

The essence of love

has long vacated

its fire burns no more.

Fleeting memories

glimpses of the past

of the happiness

that it once held true

now forever lost

Love again, it can't

its chambers closed tight.

An emotion lost, 

a passion subdued.

A darkness renewed.

Only a machine

pow'ring the vessel.

Its keeper moving, 

to a future dread.

A life without love.

Why do we exist so?

Why is love so hard?

Mistakes of the heart

lead to dread and pain.

A hard reminder.

Now one must move on,

holding the sorrow

of a failed love,

of mistakes once made.

to an endless void.

One can not love again

once the void is met

and the heart takes root

in its cold darkness

the darkness consumes.

That is my dread heart,

now surely consumed.

The failure complete, 

the memory locked,

The life of love lost.

Pain the reminder

each day I move on

of my dark failure, 

of my total loss.

A life without love.

In General I am not too impressed with the sites like ALT or Collarme.  I have had a lot of negative experiences and a few positive ones too.  I gave up on ALT for a while and Im going to give collarme a run to see how it is.  Maybe Ill find someone special.  Who Knows!