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Maybe
we were meant for each other
like puzzle pieces that fit
but with the wrong image.

Maybe
we were made for each other
like rainy days on morning skies
as it washes our souls.

Maybe
we complimented each other
like how the sun

allows the moon to glow

at the darkest of hours.

But now
they're all in the past
as you have found
someone else
that fits
you
more.

But maybe..
We could give each other
another chance
like how the sky turns from morning 
to night
like how a plant
would grow a flower again
like how 
the days are passing by,
beginning and ending,
reminding us
each and every hour

that we could take every chance

to start

all over

again.