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.