Prompt" How does a parting between two people affect their emotions?
what soothes their agony and pain?
And down it goes, quenching in the air. It cuddles its secret with it and then faints in despair. There it goes, and there goes the secret of an old affair; a secret of the bulged heart, a secret of the lament eye, a secret that the shadows eavesdrop, and a secret that knows no lie. There it goes, watering a cheek and screaming on the other, "I love you my mother..." There goes a candid tear; a story written by fate about a daughter besieged by fear, leaving her mother...leaving her mate. A story about parting or agony I must say since there's nothing that hurts more than splitting one day.
With hankering hearts melting in their tears, with desperate sparks igniting their fears, a lover sorrowfully parts from his dears. Whether leaving a husband, a father, or a peer, it's always a drama like that of Shakespeare; a mission that's tough, a decision that's austere. A person feels lost; he's losing the others. This feeling of loneliness is deadly when it bothers. He senses the world as a prison outside and feels like a bird that the tribe left behind. The fire goes high; he starts to melt down. He wants to fly; he wants to smile and tries to erase that filthy frown. The other, however, senses the flame. He stiffens the screams, yet the tears are to blame.
While drowning in an ocean of anguish and fears, and while losing it in a maze of grief and tears, there lays the hope at the end of the plot; their goes âthe moan submitted to the lot. This hope in fact does bring them again from the swirl of feelings to the realm of the brain. They finally hug and give out a good-bye; they leave it for fate to stop the lament eye and bring it all out in a long-lasting sigh,
Fate never sneaks from a door you left open, but it rather sneaks from a door that's locked. It leaves you surprised, puzzled, even shocked. However, in the whole nonsense of fate and life, it's faith that gives us power to survive. So, when life swoops down, have some faith, leave it for God, and flip that frown.
what soothes their agony and pain?
And down it goes, quenching in the air. It cuddles its secret with it and then faints in despair. There it goes, and there goes the secret of an old affair; a secret of the bulged heart, a secret of the lament eye, a secret that the shadows eavesdrop, and a secret that knows no lie. There it goes, watering a cheek and screaming on the other, "I love you my mother..." There goes a candid tear; a story written by fate about a daughter besieged by fear, leaving her mother...leaving her mate. A story about parting or agony I must say since there's nothing that hurts more than splitting one day.
With hankering hearts melting in their tears, with desperate sparks igniting their fears, a lover sorrowfully parts from his dears. Whether leaving a husband, a father, or a peer, it's always a drama like that of Shakespeare; a mission that's tough, a decision that's austere. A person feels lost; he's losing the others. This feeling of loneliness is deadly when it bothers. He senses the world as a prison outside and feels like a bird that the tribe left behind. The fire goes high; he starts to melt down. He wants to fly; he wants to smile and tries to erase that filthy frown. The other, however, senses the flame. He stiffens the screams, yet the tears are to blame.
While drowning in an ocean of anguish and fears, and while losing it in a maze of grief and tears, there lays the hope at the end of the plot; their goes âthe moan submitted to the lot. This hope in fact does bring them again from the swirl of feelings to the realm of the brain. They finally hug and give out a good-bye; they leave it for fate to stop the lament eye and bring it all out in a long-lasting sigh,
Fate never sneaks from a door you left open, but it rather sneaks from a door that's locked. It leaves you surprised, puzzled, even shocked. However, in the whole nonsense of fate and life, it's faith that gives us power to survive. So, when life swoops down, have some faith, leave it for God, and flip that frown.