I fear that one day,
I have to let you go
and let it be,
I have to surrender to gods will
and more still, learn to accept
that our paths weren't connected,
I fear the memory
of having being used
to being with you,
washed along with things
I never wanted to remember,
The problem is
You weren't mine
To begin with.
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Serendipity 36
PoetryI wrote this book after watching a series on the youtube channel called Jubilee. They were experimenting on whether two people could fall in love after asking each other 36 questions. Initially, I myself wanted to do the experiment but after ponderi...
