a little word.

People like me.
We'll meet that few angelic person.
Who came and save us from ourselves.

But people like me.

We tend to forget.
That this is all temporary.

We tend to forget.
That this angelic person
have got someone else to save too.
so, when that angelic person decide to leave,
people like me get our heart broken.

because people like me,
we are too fragile.

and sometimes,
we forget, that happiness we want,
is not ours from the start.