It wasn't supposed to be like this.
We weren't destined to end up like this, clearly it's messed.
We were supposed to be a hit, without the miss,
and we're certainly not destined to both be depressed.
We aren't supposed to be kept apart,
a day without you seems like an eternity without sunlight,
for miles and miles kill the heart.
The only comfort I find is in the moonlight,
as it lights the path to you.
We meet where no one would know,
and the lake shines a beautiful blue.
I beg of you to not go.
For you are my pure white snow,
and I, your silhouette.
But also my Romeo,
to my Juilet.
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PuisiA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
