The passing storm...
the sweetest smell in the world,
is that of a lady,
or atleast someone who is believed to be a lady,
her walk,
her talk,
her appeal,
everything about her,
makes you want to give up everything you own,
she makes you want to leave your wife,
and she makes you want to have new kids,
she makes to shy away from your responsibilities,
all on the hope of taming the fire that is desire,
you heard about how she is,
you know first hand how she is,
but that doesnt stop the chase,
you dedicate valuable minutes,
hours,
days,
months,
all to the hunt,
then finally she is all yours,
or so you think,
the game she plays is a deadly one,
it could give you life just as fast as it can take it,
but you know that a love like hers is costly,
a love like hers will cost you greatly,
it costs you your friends,
your wifey,
your kids,
your house,
but that is a risk you are willing to take,
the months peel away,
she is not longer smelling so sweet,
her charm is going dull,
the real her is shining through,
you wake up one morning,
and realize this is not what you wanted,
but now its too late,
you have come to far,
turning back is not an option,
you can only try to fix this mistake and move on,
so you seperate yourself from this woman,
she is gone,
your life is starting to get back in shape,
your wifey now is alittle bit more understanding,
you believe this situation was bound happen,
your wifey and are no more,
you can now move forward,
falling out of love is like breaking up,
it takes time,
the storm has passed...
for now...
but you look on the horizen,
the clouds are rolling in,
the decision is yours alone,
get lost in the past,
or look forward to a brighter future...
what will you choose...?
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