we flutter, souls with
such small, insignificant
goals, easily achieved
and only made oh so
complicated by our
twisted minds.
destiny is still a concept
i struggle to
believe in. are we
inevitably destined
to be something in
this life?
destinies to come across,
to touch, to feel, to
love.
we, we were destined to
meet as friends
but you're a ticking time
bomb, you set the timer
off those years ago
and alas
as much as i try, i
cannot save you.
a/n: amazingly this is finally not about the boy i lost
after all, my mother did not raise me with a wolf in my chest so i could howl over losing a man.
YOU ARE READING
touch.
Thơ caa poetry series after free the poems. about touch and emotions, and above all, love. this is the phoenix from the ashes. - - - image credit: silverscents.tumblr
