One day,
You'll meet someone,
Whether at 14,
24,
or 64 ,
They'll ignite a fire in you ,
Which will never die,
You won't understand why it happened or how,
but it will.
This someone, you'll always remember,
as the lost chance.
But the saddest, most awful truth is,
that this someone was never yours ,
You'll realize , you lost the chance the moment you met
YOU ARE READING
Stains and Stories
PoetryStains which showed a glimpse of life, Stories left untold, Unraveled by the tiny stains, Left behind to wonder what could have it meant Cover Credit : @Plastic-Promises
