I was a wreck from
being alone and dejected but
when our roads have crossed
each other's journey, you have
fixed the turmoil in me.
You housed me by your
burgeoning bliss, gave me
a hug when I was cold and
fired up my dying ember when
the world showed me its darkness.
With you, I have found
a place of serenity, an asylum
for someone like me.
From that place, our story
had began silently—
we started looking in the
future, sketching the plans
for our trips and we were
praying for this not to end.
Yet as we've continued
making trails and footprints
to the places we've been,
we forgot that it's not how
the world will always go
for the both of us—
we were completely swallowed
by our wallowing happiness,
leaving behind the things that
we're supposed to look after.
This is not how things
should end up between us,
maybe the roads have been
mistaken all this time,
maybe we're not the alpha
and omega for each other this
time, maybe we're just in the
wrong place at the wrong time.
And if our roads will lead us
back to each other in the future
we're looking at—
I hope it will be the right place,
with us being the right ones.
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Blued Lines
PoetryTo those whose heart has been ripped apart, you're not alone in the boat. If you think that poets write wonderful lines and echoing endings, then you got it wrong because we also get broken and as you read each poem, the sadder and painful it become...
