…and the sound of broken glass was all I could hear.
As I lit my cigarette and smoke its dancing clouds, I exhale my last breath of you while a tear evaporates from my cheeks but not without leaving a trail on my skin, a scar burnt in there forever

It's a dangerous game…
Love is the wager
and love is the prize…

No one is right and no one is wrong,
not bad or good choices;
just the thrill of what's next to come…