Maybe we were not meant to cross paths,
but we did anyway;
It was all a game of fate,
but you can't apologize for what you did,
not anymore, it's much too late.
So Sayonara, baby;
You chose your own path,
and I looked for mine.
Only after myriads of heartbreak,
did I realize
that the two don't combine.
Nothing you say or do,
can ever make this right.
So Sayonara, baby;
You tread your own road,
and I'll tread down mine.
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These Unwinding Thoughts | Poetry
Poesía"Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar." - Percy Bysshe Shelley
