"One piece of paper with words for cure...My tears like liter when it seemed obscure...
I thought it'll be thorough, the changes in me.
But reading that piece of artwork make my heart bleed..."
I walked a thousand miles away from that place, I walked to find my saving grace... All I did was keep myself away, from falling so hard in a world like dim gray...
I tried to hold back and see what's left, but all I found was my crumbled dignity so wrecked... I thought to move forward and stop looking back, but there came a sad love story that invaded my insights with black...
I wanted to say to him that I regret... I wanted to come back to him and stop this whack... But he did shattered my dreams and left me upset... All I can do is blame myself I bet...
But what happened to the strong me who goes forth? Who decided to forget and improve myself at all sort? Why am I being blinded by a story of one man? When it is her destiny to mend?
I have my own life to live and amend... I have my own dime to own and recommend.. I need to stay steadfast but not stoned... I need to realize that I am on me and not of his own...
May a sad love story stay in our memory, serve as a lesson to us in misery...
But let us consider all options given by our intuition, that we may not only choose what we want but what's rightful in our vision...
