#WritcoPoemPrompt118
Endless highways of misdirected means,
To walk along the lonely street of dreams,
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems,
And take pursuit of pleasure to extremes...

Dwelling in a fate of unwritten destiny,
Longing for your heart to amend it's broken pieces,
Hoping for your tears to disappear,
And gain strength to survive another day with no fear,

The cost of love is beyond compare,
A love onces given to all the truth despair,
Revealing the many hidden affairs,
That broke the golden glass that cannot repair,

Thou it was not meant to be, it wasn't make for me,
A memory still exist of how...