What is it about golden opportunities?
Wistful chances and unexpected sorrows;
But alas! It is only a shame
When you do not seize it with your empty bare hands.
It is only a shame when you're in the freefall
When you look around and see it shining
Like the North Star above your sorry soul.
It is only a shame when you're crying in your room,
Silver tears streaming down your stained cheeks.
It is only a shame when you try hard to ignore
The aftereffect of the grave mistake,
It is only a shame when you scream in agony,
And throw fits in your desolation spot.
It is only a shame when you stare doe-eyed
At your biggest what if and ask yourself-
What is it about golden opportunities?...
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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚)
Poetry"𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦 ; 𝘛𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘺 ; 𝘈 𝘱𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘺"