Sometimes i feel love is for no one.
For some reason listen to Pamela's story today
Today Pamela sits on the bench steady and ready for a good day.
Waiting for him the son of dust,
Once blown by the wind his emotions fade,
She calls him again,
But this time his far away hiding behind his loveless emotion,
His not sure to take the mission,
he hangs up every time she calls,
Love seeks him to fall but in his mien and might he stalls ,
with his cloak he cares less about being gay,
He puts loop his emotions on the sides like a fawn of may,
he paints colors of anxiety to scare her away,
And in her eyes tears speak in bemoan of loves infliction on her life to stray,
She tries to fight back,
This time she has something for an attack,
Maybe today she'll get rid of her pain,
The pain that has monopolized her moments,
This time she's getting rid of love's relentless garment,
She's leaving everything behind,
She's moving away from the shadows in her mind,
She's deleting his contact, unfriending him on social media and geting rid of his pictures,
But Vainly maybe still the demons of pain strangle her neck,
She chokes right in her frality,
her voice sinks and breaks,
Tears fall down her cheeks, they dry and come back anew,
And at the peeking of all this suffering and pain she decides
To take her life,
She abandons her desire of becoming a wife,
Pamela commits suicide today,
Pamela dies and never coming back,
She is never troubling you again,
The Son of dust.
She loved you with all her heart,
What a fool you've become,
And as these words became increasingly and rising in his mind,
He realised he was left alone,
He wept bitterly in bemoan of her name,
Pamela why?
He cried not knowing he fell in love with her after she died,
But here is the kicker guys,
The truth is Pamela didn't die,
Its her love for him that died,
And when the love died she stopped texting and calling.
She stopped caring about his likes and dislikes,
She forgot about him completely.
She made herself deceased by not allowing herself to love,
making herself unavailable for him the Son of dust.
And now he is feeling the same way she did, trying to chase her,
Here and there,
Now i guess she's for no one.
I guess i said it then;
Love is for no one.
For we usually fall for people who do not love us back in most cases..
So this better concludes my state saying:
LOVE IS FOR NO ONE.

Peace.