When one falls, we expect pain as gravity makes us all stay.

No one knew how much impact someone can make in our life.

No one can foresee their future and put up their shield to protect themselves.

No one know how hard it is to fight a battle you are meant to lose.

I never saw what hit me and never comprehend how it was done, but as the storm of love come devastation was left behind.

I never believed in fairytales or myths of a hero. Those epics are made for kids to scare the bad dreams away.

But as I lay in my bed, I subtly hope for someone to come to hear my simple plea of safety in this cold harsh night.

The season changes, the flowers have withered, the rivers are frozen and so my heart stops beating.

Weather is for days, just like your mood and plays. Climates last longer just like the tears and the pain.

Maybe the sun hates me as it burns my skin and not the agony.

Maybe the clouds loathe me for they cover the light that shines through me.

Maybe the rain was never my friend as it brings floods of emotions to my skin.

Maybe the snow will never know my story as it makes it frozen and forgotten.

The life we created was never made to be fair, it is a constant battle.

You feel elated whenever you win and catastrophic whenever faith doesn’t smile your way.

A gamble in a sense, the prize is eternal happiness as you bet your li