A story with a well start,
Love and hate through the heart,
Thorns and petals,
Comfort that unsettles,
Things unfold through combat,
Unusual through their habitat,
A cold breeze has begun,
With no feelings to pretend,
She lost him or she didn’t?
The question remained ridden,
Each day each month,
It only grew stronger,
Breaking the thread which held them longer,
She knew it’s time,
For the end to reach not being fine,
Through the arrows of silence,
They called it off with no words to say,
Fate has just thrown a dismay,
They belonged together,
With an end which has been triggered.
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