It Was Meant To Say Goodbye Poem by June FeirCruz

The Kiss....the one that made such an impression
It is ironic because it was meant to tell you 'goodbye'.
Goodbye to what it never was and what it will never be
Instead, it was a prelude to this bliss.

There is no such thing as the natural order of things
Not that rules were broken, they just don't exist with us.
No such thing as natural progression
We make our own rules as we travel on.

Do not regret that we are not in our prime
That is just really a state of mind
As far as I am concerned, true beauty never fades
You will always be perfect, an Adonis in my embrace.

What we have, whatever it is - it is real
Do not let anyone convince you otherwise
For they do not feel what you and I feel
They can only imagine and lust.