Love with pain
Hurt with love
Smile with stress
That's the sequence
Do we not know?
The smooth roads
With invisible bumps
Life's deceit 
We crash into them
Surprised and unprepared
The impact is felt
Too much
We fall and we're broken
Unable to pick ourselves up
The pieces begin to float away
And when we're finally picked up
We're incomplete.
Let them know
There's a sequence.

© Faiidat