He took out despair from his leather jacket.
With a lighter in his left hand, he lit her.
He thought hard and long about where his life was going.
Reaching a limit on that thought, he absently took out depression.
She was itching to be tasted.
As soon as she touched his lips, his heart was wounded.
He felt his soul getting a shade darker as he played moments he hoped he
Words said that cannot be taken back.
And with a deep sigh, he felt comfort from loneliness as she held him from behind.
As he walked in the dark,
He knew he had to find a way to accept that he is a lone wolf.