We met by happenstance,
And fell for each other,
So unexpectedly,
That it hurts to say goodbye,
Even if you just left the room,
and came right back to me.
And what does that mean,
you may ask?
My darling,
We aren't destined to last.
My heart can't handle happenstance.
YOU ARE READING
Who's Heart is This Anyway
PuisiJust some poems that I come up with on my own time... Here's a sample of one in the book: We were a kaleidoscope of colors, Twisting and turning, At every possible moment. A new masterpiece at every view.
