The Mirage

He was a sight for her sore eyes, handsome calm with a smile that was mind blowing.

From a distance she looked and wondered

"who the heck is dis handsome bundle of flesh".

Short lived was her thought as almost immediately from an angle rose one whom of him a possession claimed.

"Are you freaking kidding me!"

She exclaimed,

"must all the cuties be taken, gosh".

Down went her spirit at such realisation.

It's always darkness before dawn so they say and true to it so became their story for alas!

Their paths again crossed and a beautiful web they sporn together.

So beautiful that a string theey hoped Neva breaks.

If wishes were horses beggars indeed would ride.....a string broke, and another and another and to the web they tried together to hold to kip for memories were in it made.

They tried, they cried and they died for the web down came crashing, like Humpty Dumpty its pieces none could together put again.

In hurt she screamed, searched and yearned but the darkness thicker by the minute became.

For he was gone Neva again hers to be.

Broken but still standing.