kaizer phanton

Miss

Walking alone under the rain,
reminiscing thoughts of you, far astrain
thinking, how could this be
a perfect love became a melancholy! ? !

could be because of me?
could it be because of thee?
could it be just the facts?
or just because of my stupid acts?

maybe I’ve been too blind to see,
to see what was meant to be,
maybe it would be just easy
to face that bitter reality,

that we’re really not meant to be….

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 18, 2008

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  • Joseph Poewhit (11/18/2008 6:23:00 PM)

    Some things are fated and others not

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