She would sit in class all by herself, with her two friends in sight
Lonely but accompanied, eyes lurking and looking for anything but mine
Drenched in the shades of rosé, the remnants of her heart intertwined
Unfazed by the saboteur who made of her an unbuilt shrine
And then he comes around, undoing our love should've beens
With the gaze that longed upon her like what could've beens
Stitches unthreading one by one, my feelings grazing at my heart's seams
As if hope had lost all its color, and all that was left was unfulfilled needs
Like the spill of the wine on a page, my fingers grazed her diary
Across the incomplete byline, an unfulfilled proprietary
Oh how she longed for her "the one", written in red and fiery
But that confession splashed unabashedly, "He was a sad feeling for a happy to be."
And it was always the how that was in my hands
The what lurked around it, but never in my grasp
As I heard the glimpse of her laugh, but with that bland stance
I knew it was about time, when this story wouldn't last
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PoetryA verse novel that weaves through the woes and wonders of life and experiences - metaphoric to love. It redefines finality to the point that it becomes more like a beginning to second chances. Chase is determined to get her, despite knowing the imp...
