They waltzed to the beat of destiny, sashaying away the realms of man, blowing kisses through the torrent of the fan.
He was headstrong and depressed, She was perfect and yet impressed. His whims and fancies dictated the world he lived in , it was one she wanted to be in.
A game of shadows and the gestures of a clown, their life together began in silence.
She looked on closely and saw another, with the face of apathy, occupying her space, stealing her rightful degree in winning this race.
Things can never be perfect in the life of a man with so many demons, He gazed upon the shelf and found hope in her dreamy eyes and her slightly blushed up cheeks. She looked at him and rejected the advances he made. The world turned into a bad place, childish empathy and fake sympathy filling up his bottle with drugs and gasoline.
She regretted the steps she had taken but the apathy in his life needed to leave, her life would never be the same, but a man doesn’t matter. its the thought that counts she supposed.
Breaking their promises, learning the acts of true companionship, they march into oblivion as the fade gathers into the mist veiling slowly the coating set into the abyss. Days bleed into hours as months turn into years. The threads of togetherness tore apart by the blades of a rusty pair of garden sheers.
They faced their demons left themselves into the sea of uncertainty for all of eternity.
The world however is a funny place, They thought they’d lost hope but fate entwined their ties into a sullen confrontation of lies.
A tale of two lovers that found each other in a festival of nerds, They found love in a place where you only found virgins.
Whiskey and emotional debts, her 18th birthday and a crooner in a fest. A train ride to heaven coffee drops and toffee pots leading upto the day he found his voice again. He laid it down on the line, He left everything to chance, Her fingers began to dance.