Fate Poem by tanesha davenport

so i love, so i hate
this little thing i call fate
it tells you the what, but not the how
why wait til tomorrow, when you get it now
you wait and wait for it to get here
time ticks away, there goes another year
finally the time comes and you get a taste
you hold out your and hands welcoming the embrace
when you get it, you find out it wasnt worth the wait
but thats what you get when you mess with a thing called fate

(short but sweet lol :))