Warmth of breeze in a shackled state
Could do no damage, nor deed.
‘Twas a song of smoke and fire
That traded the man’s creed.
Sound and just over the mantle of world,
He took his hand by instinct.
Knowing no salvation would be spared,
And ignored the possible conflict.
Hit the halt as huge as star,
With no possible reflex to follow;
‘Twas a train of lonely hours
That took him to forge him hollow.
When trying to seize the forthcoming,
Fate had it planned upto he was nothing.
#worst of all.
It’s hard to admit that there aren’t people, despite the blood mates, who live only to care for you.
After all, Butlers are expensive to recruit.
Anyhow, love is a noble notion that gets grinded between two random people’s egos, and faces the blame if something goes wrong. So, all in all it’s okay if you don’t get your love on the right track, because if it is on right track then you’ll lose your life track.
People hurt people, and this is the reality. We can’t live afraid, but we can’t spend time into taunting, either.
Therefore, I’d say that love is just a game, and time can heal the pain. (Quoted- Enrique Iglesias- Don’t you forget about me.)
Rest is up to you, because if she’s not here then she was just another girl.