He looked like a fairy,
Walked out of a fashion magazine instantly,
Jaded by his own sad stories,
He kept distance stringing his long due worries.
Blinded of his little setbacks,
Broken with realistic expectations,
He assumed his momentarily failure,
Giving in to those puppets weakly.
Too many people wanting that same fame.
If you don't have what it takes and a 'little devil' helping,
Do you think you can get what you desire easily?
She urged him to hold on patiently,
For luck always remained a mystery.
You never know,
Should an angel decided to grant you one overdue wish.
3 of swords:
We broke our own heart with many nasty own assumptions.
Perhaps, it could have been...