Letters AJM
The letter of a tragedy
Where it all began;
It all started with the letter A
I flew up to the skies with him
Actually more than that I felt I'm the universe
A was my universe
There was no air without him
Gasping for air without him was like a fish out water
Death eventually was around the corner
I became the fish without the water
Then came the letter J
A sense of false hope
A devilish smile as M
But a least less cynical than J
J was well known
but his charms will win anyone
Then again foolish girl
Wanted a sense and believe of a better future
J wasn't that bad
Even if his care was faked or not
He was there when I needed a friend
Then came M, the one that destroyed all
Destroyed all hopes and chance to believe of a better future
I begged my own self to think otherwise
To believe him this time might be different
Sorry gut for not believing you soon
What a cynical smile that could captivated even a heart of stone
Foolish was to let it melt for the devilish belief
Was it my heart fault or was it my mind?
Who do I blame?
Let run from tomorrow
I guess it is the best
Why not black out and never see
Should have been blind
I follow a dark heart to the tunnel with no hope of light
A escape to reality that was M
A last hope
But then again there isn't knowing how other letters may work as E or B
Than again A J M never meant to make me cry
The foolish part was the part that tears did fall and fell
soul ain't dark
and heart of stone melt on a chance of hope of brighter day
Nobody loved the foolish wild thing
Nobody would loved the sensitivity thing
Nobody want to be attracted to a dark angel
They will always be attracted to someone sweet as candy a white angel
Not a used dark angel with walls to go to heart and soul
No tears
No mercy
No more a sense of care
Nothing really matters
Death will always find a way in to you
Death don't need to be physical
It could be emotional
As again winter fling
Summer fling never last
Winter fling makes space for a spring blossoming love and summer makes for a fall love
And the people that do survive are the fortunate and the people that don't will be an a dust until the next season come
Just to have again a cycle of a last chance of hope and false illusion until a modern fairy tale story come knocking your door.