He Left
The departure between the two young adults with the taste for an immature, escalating, sparking romance.
The affectionate greetings conveyed between them
There was no feel of desolation in their hearts
It was only the taste of enjoyment and appreciation
They were angels who became bitter by the day
Their first spot became arduous
The temperature at its peak, a hardy sun tan was granted
Mother natures little creatures disturbed the peace
He wasn't careful, after the apple cider was calling her name
The palm of his hand was in deep condition
He was in distress, only for her
The cut was bleeding steadily through the day
Though their flick of sensible love that they allocated for each other
They were both angels whom forgot the respect of boundaries, only themselves to think about
Both angels who kept descending as a victim from hell to hell
He depth an intense feeling of emptiness, he desired to be alone
Smitten by the passion for a more convalescent, devoting angel
In which he had not faced in the near yet
He feared for his angel's repeated effects
Her redundant measures spawned him to take an inherit extraction to his calling for relief, and self forgiveness
He set his heart on the future, an angel who will give more warmth, a better greeting
No more than an angel she had been
His fallen angel it had been
He derived great pleasure, he loved her deeply
It was ashame
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