People change then again,
As every season tests them,
Goading them to temptation,
On their own needs and selfish gain,
Don’t let them inspire evil unto you.

Never pass the pain unto them,
Allow all these things to come by.

Allow bad times their own satisfaction,
Keep that hope, for tomorrow’s ascension,
On the ground, be humble and meek.

You are meant to endure these times,
Ode to God, that you’ll overcome this,
Kneel to him your pray’rs and sorrows,
Only Him, be your pillar of hope.

Not today, you won’t give up,
Aspire for the best, spread your wings, take flight.

Until when will the heart continue to break,

When it just continues breaking for that one person?

He’s broken before,

To a point where dying is the mandatory choice,

He’s broken before,

When his love became the one that got away.

Falling to pieces,

Falling from grace,

Falling from a loved ones embrace,

He falls downward,

Down the ravenous cliff,

Falling without question,

Dying without soul,

With a loud thump!

He reached the ground,

Broken as ever,

Broken forever.

“Your words cut deeper than a knife.” – Stitches by Shawn Mendes

Where the castle once stood,

Was engulfed in the flames,

Of vengeance, of anger, of regret and of guilt,

Where the flames once feasted,

Was all but ashes, rubble, debris and broken pieces,

Of a colorful history,

Of a bright and innocent past.

Where the alleviation and vitality once existed.

Was now run over by the hurting, the pain, and the agony.