Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories

what might have happened

It wasn’t love but we definitely had some tension,

And those were things both of us would rather not mention,

And maybe we just happened to be in the wrong placr at the wrong time,

Maybe in another universe, you could have been mine.

And maybe one kiss would have changed everything,

But we did so much without even realising,

How much we actually meant to each other,

But we just stuck to calling each other 'brother'.

And not all stories have a happy end,

Or even an ending for the matter, but let's just pretend,

There was no tension and it was just some much wanted attention,

That we both enjoyed, but I guess suffering is our redemption.

We played each other and I still stay ul at night,

Thinking about what might have been, had either of us changed our minds,

Because the both of us, were very much alike,

But we barely even talk anymore, but we're alright.

There isn’t any bad blood between us, no rivalry as such,

We're just bench mates, who liked each other's company, a bit too much,

And within the pages of scribbled notebooks and tables and that never returned blue pen,

We lost the keys to the door that would have led us to what might have happened.