..We both Knew,,yet We live a lie..

A needle in the heart,
no matter how many times u pull it out,
it still manages to find a way back in,
and u cant ignore the pain,
for the pain from the heart does not heal fast,
yet it would either be a sharp needle,
or it would be a soft cushion,
if its a needle,
you either pull it out with your own hands and break it in half,
or you leave it inside and and pretend it doesn't hurt,


She gets prick and cries in the silence,
as days turn into months,
the needle is push deeper,
making the wound larger,

and pretty soon the needle will reach its core,
go deeper it shall no more,
only the way it came in from can it go out,
and forever forget what love was once about.

as she cries silently,
she waits for one to pull the needle out,
and to heal the oh so deep wound,
and to make her whole once more.

love is a like a unique story,
we write the start,
we live the story,
we determine how it end.

but yet becoming one is not becoming one at heart,
two souls bound together by Love but Love itself destroys all.
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The author closest his book of Fate~
and bids a final farewell to his friends~
and to his beloved~
and smiles for One last time~
and ends the chapter..














writer's note : it does not rhyme..which is really not my style..i will edit it next time..
enjoy it