To die a death in love
To die a death in love, who can ever recover after that shove? You stand and watch it unfold, thinking to yourself, "I'm so bold! Nothing can hurt me now! I've prepared so well for this, wow!" But the first glance over to your lover, you will finally discover, that your love wasn't enough, it was unneeded, someone else filled your shoes, they were heeded-- This reality you seem to accept, then what is this pain in the chest that intercepts? Soon you realise that someone has stabbed you in your heart, with the sharpest knife from the cart. That will be the first time you will die, unfortunately, protagonist, there is more to come, sigh! Can I protect you from the pain? No, impossible, it'll all be in vain! I will tell you why this try won't fly. Once fate has decided that this is to be, who am I, who are we? It is a dance & we are spectators, Love, fate & all, are like dictators! The second third ...