Sometimes we wonder, how it all stirs up.
How does fate and the odds work against us?When something happens that you'd never expect, yet you'd always expect the worse.
Sometimes, we have a wanderlust, and we explore.
Sometimes, we're confined for twelve hours or more.
I mean, some days are great, while others are terrible. Sometimes we thrive, and sometimes we roll in our bed and cry.
I've had a shitty time.
In my eyes, my life is a mess. Optimistic, how long can I stay? Trusting, how long can I pay?
Even if I could turn back time, if I could rewind and retry, it'd never be the same.
Could I ever get those days I lost back? Days turn to weeks, and weeks turn to months.
Please, could you come for me, hold me in your arms and pat me?
For my special day, all I want is a special person to be with.
Sometimes however, fate wants you to stay alone.
Sometimes, fate wants you to suffer alone.
Sometimes, I'll hide the suffering behind a mask of emotionless dust.
When I've tried to be optimistic, no matter what...
In the end, the winner is fate.
Life is like a gate,
and I'm the one passing through.
YOU ARE READING
~Poem Book~
PoetryLike a Diary, This Book will be, Through my head blows a breeze, it makes the leaves freeze, Orange leaves falling down, This is my story, and I won't let it drown.