Dead End

He led me through blissful thorns till my feet bled He was a beautiful source of light which I can't ever forget He whispered "my love" and the breeze would blush in harmony with his lips The sensation of his warmth echoes relentlessly on a broken soul A love so shameless that even the angles were ashamed to echo its fate Yet here we are again hand in hand clueless to our destination Once again I have faith in this journey Even though I know in the end It's a dead end -sapph_says