Jump Tractor Positive Ground

Breaking

That night, the rain beat violently to the pavement. In the distance, the shouts of an angry child who was crying, tore the heavy silence of this dreary summer evening.

We talked, discussed, and then we played. Each turn, we released maliciously hurtful and demeaning words, words with no real likelihood, but now have serious consequences.

We could go back, no, impossible, in spite of ourselves, we had crossed too many barriers. The break seemed inevitable. And our true love, it remained only smoking ruins. Gradually, our passions spent relentlessly engulfed in turmoil marred our hopes.

Cupid is gone, leaving behind only a pile of broken arrows. Cupid is gone, leaving behind only a shadow of a faded rose.