She's smoking a cigar that is barely able to burn,
She's tasting the bitter pain of the dark yet a glimpse of sweet in a short and dangerous cigar with a hope that the tables are gonna turn in a second.

She coughed a dark raspy voice with a scent of alcohol in her mouth that he kissed with love and lust,but the leaves fall and so do her,and so do him.

She thought the devil was an angel
dressed in a daydream with a fairytale wedding and a fairytale ending; while she was gone
and and while she was still strong,
a storm with a raging thunder and a raging anger in him started to grow like a tree at the park beneath his feet; a tree that no one expected,a tree that no one felt and a tree that no one can feel.

He then began to cry with his hands in the stars,
starting to realize that what he did all this long was so wrong.He's sorry for any words and times that he never said and never there; he's sorry for not facing the consequences,and he's very sorry for thinking that she and him will end in a happy ending, will end with a 'happy ever after' like all the stories did,like all the people did.

She was confused,she was in a loose,she was in her bed and very scared.She was holding a dead bouquet of flowers from last week; a bouquet that had 99 roses that meant the days of their relationship and the days before he really decided to jump into his illusion and breathed into the final second before he took the razor and jumped into conclusion.

Now she understood,now she realized and now she knows that if they never met,if they never loved,if they never danced and if they never took a glance, things would've been better and he'll write her letters but that would be a knife-point to him because all he wanted was a guy, all he wanted was to be with his lovely bright sunshine.

Now it has been a year,it has been the darkest hours to her and it has been the saddest while everyone is living in a great and a wonderful lovely world while the sorrow and the arrow from the bow keeps stabbing her and and she always wish that her lucky stars will always be there and will always stand there with open arms that will always take care.

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When the next day comes
The day starts will the songs of doves.
If your hear stuck with an arrow
Rip it out and enjoy,
Enjoy the outcomes