May i cherish the bliss what i hold now; though its mere a mirage,
gone are the virtues for ones belief.
Tender, crisp, blunt, piercing feels it to the warm heart; though i am with NONE.
May b i ll have the best of days, but ll i have the life LEFT !
She is fragile who has the heart to set off being lifeless just to amid; live to by a stranger so futile, so normal, so SELF.
Whom am i to answer; what shalt thy tweak; condolences don't WORK on tears.
Days left are thou to feel, eyelashes still cut sharp deep.
The rains sense too dry, thirst flames the cold blood; Anger urges without fierce,
lost the equilibrium, or yet to ? gone is the love or yet ? or am i too selfish to keep it forever ? How to learn to give it to her,needing the most. dishearten seems the hope; blind goes the trust, helpless yet strong and firm.
promises to complete bounds infinite PULL, whose the trolley and what is the PULLEY !
Change, they say is congenital to lord, who shall i seek ? Grains will flow, grey ll be the fibers, yellow goes the teeth, wrinkles spread apart; i find me whilst the woods going still kiss on the neck.
would i stay warm ? would her be along ? how would she cope ? its the end of luster and apathy to confront, though JUST ONE LIFE !
