As each day played, the sands of time falling became limited. In those limited moments, I was falling farther than I could survive the sudden stop at the bottom of the pit.
Fate was a fucked up person to gamble with.
Forever was not with us; you were never with me to play this game in the first place.
Seven weeks of contract work flew past us faster than my mind could catch up.
As the chapter ended, my infatuation never reached the finished line. I held tight to the promised friendship we had, intending to never let go.
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Roses and Candles
PoetryThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
