under the moon's soft glow,
as i doodled on the soft sand,
i looked down at my clogs,
going back to the days and nights,
when we'd talk about nothing,
and i remember thinking that nothing's beautiful,
I often wonder- if you too ponder,
about the paths we could have taken.
i do, after all this time,
I often wonder if we have an
alternate story,
what if in the parallel universe,
everything went according to the plan,
maybe we didn't deserve the what could have been in this world,
or perhaps we foolishly let slip away, the chance for what might have been,
whatever's the case- you're always going to be my what could have been, and never my reality,
you'll never be my reality.
< please give honest feedback to me, because i feel like something's missing and im writing and posting this to improve
jyada judge mat karo please😭 >
