Season
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 into her heart and soul
No tears
No mercy
No more a sense of care
Nothing really matters
Death will always find a way into 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 tale
And the people that do survive are the fortunate
the people that don't will be an a dust until the next season come
Just to have again a cycle
A last chance of hope
A last false illusion
Until a modern fairy tale story come knocking your door.