Adriana's Poetry: A collection

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Maybe we're meant to be but that's just for us to see

I try to avoid your delicate touch,

But I always find myself coming back.

You are left with a winning smile,

And I, with a defeated frown,

Us, left with no other choice but to intertwine.

Why is it that no matter how far I go and wander,

I always come back to you?

Why is it that no matter how long we're apart,

We continue as if time hadn't changed our bond?

Why is it that no matter what I do and how I go about my life,

I somehow keep ending up with you?

Maybe we really are meant to be in a way,

Whether together or apart, there's just something about us indescribable yet so meaningful that even the prettiest of galaxies and stars can't help but gaze in awe at us as if we're art that rivals them.