I met him at the masquerade ball, Where he caught me when I was about to fall, Iridescent blues trapped in a velvety veil, His woodsy scent I inhale. He was so dishy, Not so flashy, Charming and classy.
My mind was a farrago, For his lips were so soft like filago And I dunno if I'm prepared To get my heart repaired.
His fingers entwined mine, Excruciatingly long and fine. As we danced, I was tranced, By the clean-cut phoenix he was, Attracting girls, loads of them coz He was so charismatic.
His height blunted my own; He was like a crown of thorn Made of risks and what not I shouldn't have brought home a piece of thorn Not enough to make me mourn, Still enough to make me curious enough To go & take the crown as whole tough though it was.
I wore it, Not minding how my head split, Blood gushing out, Huge bruises sprout. It was not long before I got ruined All 'cause of my desire and lust left unfulfilled.
Why most of the good relation fails at one end? Its very much true, a seek of extra ruins the thing whether it is in friendship, love or any other relation. Everyone and everything has a limit and each one have to maintain that limit if you fail to maintain you will started losing it. Your all love, care, respect, feelings will fade out and you will left with nothing. Like, possesive is good at one point but when it more then everything will be fade out and all your effort will meant to be nothing.