Star-crossed,
I sometimes think we are.
Where did it all go wrong?
Like ships passing in the night,
by the time I decrypted your signals;
You were long gone.
Chasing your trail
I find myself longing ,
For things that didn't happen
but could have.
If we could go back,
where would we go?
If we could go back,
would you go back?
Or are we meant to be star-crossed,
You and I?
I find myself wishing,
for our paths to cross again.
In a distant future,
like them love stories on the silver screen.
I find myself dreaming
of a different reality;
where you and I,
are meant to be.
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Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...
