As he walked down that lonely path,
Feeling as gloomy as ever,
Despite the kaleidoscopic scenery behind him.
His days were so colourful and bright when he first met her.
He tried and tried,
But never to be succeeded.
She never belonged to him.
She always belonged to someone else.
Time passes,
His life became black and white,
For the colours of his life left him slowly.
As he came to a stop in that path,
He thought of her.
Her eyes,
Her smile,
Her poise,
Her everything.
Only memories of her belonged to him.
The thought of that,
Makes him,
As heartbroken as a million pieces of shattered glass that can never be mend.
