Meant To Be Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

It hurts like hell to've always known oh we
Will never get, no dear, a single chance:
For both our walls are but erected high;
I hate how reachable seems right now the moon,
And hollow drilling your concrete cocoon:
Perchance because of such a starless sky,
Or such a heart that dreads a velvet dance,
And dodges yet another sweet romance,
In faithless fear of doom that's lurking nigh;
Sure troubled feelings drive a rough typhoon:
Which renders one alone, a down maroon,
Yet lessens times we have to say goodbye,
And takes us out of our beloved trance,
Since we weren't ever meant—not once—to be!