Cursed miracles.

It was always there, Rejecting, surving the test of time. Torture, bliss, pain. Always defying, smiling, crying. Never aroused by emotion, Never giving into temptation. Not today, neither tomorrow. But if greater forces were to try... No. Not today, not tomorrow. The barrier. The price, fixed. One with more power, tomorrow... Tomorrow.

She confused me, I wasn't willing to, I told her about you, She wanted a chance too, She convinced me. If you were in my shoes, You would have fallen for it too. A token? Too much for my normal means! No!, Please! Okay, this will do. For now? So much! That's how i got the incurable one. Don't forgive me, But do you have a choice?

Perhaps in her own quiet way, Maybe it was her tone of voice, Was it how she walked? Or how she would throw things in that house? I did not hate her and ofcourse i could never love her, But sometimes her actions irritated me. When she comes, for she is now gone, I will tell her, If i get the courage to, For her eyes, im sure, still hold the same piercing look, rude stare, and her voice, the same angry tone, That made me look away when she asked for her bathing shoes. I can hear her knock. Courage, don't fail me Strength, hold my legs well, i dont want them to shake, When she asks for her lost spoon.