Mohogany

Stories written in my memories in colors of agony.
Nights that daunt me, same nights bleed of mohogany
Pain of what happened, anxiety of what is to come?
Loss, heartbreaks and betryal, a tale of sadness already written for some.

Maybe years down the line I be bright as amber.
Maybe then my empty heart will have love in its chamber?
Wishful thinking it is, ray of hope thats bound to die.
Tell me if i let go of life tonight, come tomorrow will i fly?