Daisy

P.S. Love burns everything, even myself, and fades away like a smoke when I look back.
Left here with pain and resentment, all I can do is muttering the lie that I hope for your tragedy.
If emotions were light, the pain of tearing each other apart would be a chaos of colors.
But when those colors come together, they shine brighter and brighter until they become a single white ray of light.
Emotions are petals, each with a different shade, and these petals together bloom into a pure white daisy.
In the end, we return to our most innocent state, which can lead to another beginning.
Sorrow lasts a second, but what we share in our universe is eternal. / PENTAGON