Giving a flower,
It was a simple gesture for her,
For she was kind and sweet flower girl.
She didn't know,
That's how he fell for her,
Loved her forever,
Even though he was Demon King of Hell.

A single tear from eye,
The man ran, as if running for life,
Left all work and stuff he had,
For he knew what that tear meant.

In his house, she sat on bed,
Bandage in hand, cream on the cut,
The cut from knife, was small but deep.

The bell rang, she looked up,
Hurried steps, hurried words,
"ARE YOU OKAY?" she heard the shout,
Her eyes fell on phone, many missed calls.

A sweet smile appeared on her lips,
A sigh escaped, for making him worry, again

"Today was same like other..."
On her grave, he continued his words and sitting on the grave, she listened.
He could feel her presence,
She could see and hear him,
But they would never meet in this life.

It skipped a beat when their eyes met,
And skipped again, with contact set.
His heart raced fast, like an F1 car,
Her soft smile soothed him from afar.

You are on right path if you know that your past self wouldn't be able to handle what you can handle now.

From first day to last,
No one could take off the mask,
Oh, how perfect I have become in this.

Sigh...
I loved a flower so much that I left it to gaze everyday, instead of plucking it off.
It was plucked by someone and then throw away a few moments later,
the flower withered, so did something inside me.