When it comes to love,
luck is on the other side of the river.
It's always been one way for me,
wrong person,
wrong time.
This one is different,
right person,
wrong time.
Luck still taunts me from the other side.
Coming to terms with leaving him,
it's like falling through the love,
and hitting the ground.
My worst fear right now,
is coming back and seeing him,
knowing he will have someone else.
It'd be unfair to ask him to wait,
but is it unfair to hope that he does?
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