The seat right to me has been empty since you got off,
promising that you'd see me the next day..
it doesn't feel the same without you
you always sat on the right side of my seat
but now it's empty
but dust has settled on it
I dust it off
I have kept the seat empty
hoping that one day you'd show up
because you missed me..
I hoped against fate, didn't I?
against what the heavens wrote for us
against every single lifetime..
I hoped with something
my heart had written for us
what it hoped the heavens had written for us
in every single lifetime,
to find each other..
always..
I still keep the seat right to me empty..
hoping that one day,
fate would change its mind..
the heavens would re-write for us
in every single lifetime
that we'd find each other
always...
This is a real thing...
this is for the one who sat on the right side of my seat, who promised to see me the next day and got off the bus..
but now the seat has collected dust...
hopefully, you'd get on the bus again, with your iconic, identify-it-wherever-i-see, bag and the same charm you had,
when you sat on the seat right to me...
all because you missed me...
please don't make me feel like i was hoping against fate...
Singing Love Wins All,
🎀 Jewel 🎀
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Someone; Someday...
Poetrythis is just some poems that i want someone to read someday and stare at a wall and re-think their life; like how some have done, though a lesser impact... VERY SHORT POEMS, LONG POEMS, ANYTHING THAT I DEEM A POEM WILL BE HERE!
