One Sharp Cut

I was young, in love with the love of my life when he plunged into me the savage knife plain tired of me,need to move on, he said my breath left me right at that very instant He was quick, harsh and so blatantly direct well done.one fatal stroke left no hopes to resurrect shattered, I grieved, but knew it was final tiny cuts don’t help when one is destined to die. I have learnt life’s fangs pierce in broad daylight diversions and revisions not make a wrong right lightning does not massage the roof just decides to make the strike Written on 06/20/2016