Pocket whose,(ey)
loose thread frailed bread
Brutal mate craves for Males,
afraid; life hangs -by a single,
thread calls aloud I mingle
With angels, gets a peaceful revenge
Long live the great perseverance
Charismatic doves don’t resonate
I quit lovers only rest on date
Legends never die they fight
Seriously is it minuscule, so light?
How you can be the one ?

When did you decide,
not to be the one?