Bleak Yet Hopeful.

Wandering on a passage which access only end. 

Still walking with my broken heart hoping it will mend. Hoping it to mend I have risked it all again. 

Not a pinch of fear left because its already incapacitated and fabricated with promises and with unfulfilled raw wishes. Now that I am forsaken-ed by love and a commended body With a perished soul I have befriended melancholy. Been massively multiplayed I am Exclusive about feelings 

I guard em more, than my physical self I protect my inner self more and don't you agree its alot easier to fall in sheets(bed) than to feel for someone and stop your heart beats?