They come
They smile
They make you fall
They make you fall harder
They make you wait
They make you wait forever

And finally,
They make you cry
They make your pillows wet
They leave
They leave even without leaving a note
And they'll be gone forever.

But dear heart,
Wait,
You are not ready yet
You are not healed yet
You are still broken
To encounter a second accident
And you haven't found your scattered pieces yet.
Not twice or thrice,
But think a million times,
Before inviting them again into your life
With that innocent smile.

- Janci PR