Not Meant To Be Poem by Ancita Michael

Strange emptiness fills my heart,
as finally lost; the charm of the cupids dart.
I knew this all along with fear,
that this fateful day was coming near.


Hate the way i am feeling now,
weak are my knees and head bow.
Everything seems blur with tears,
waiting for these clouds to fade and clear.


Standing in this crowded place,
lost am i and last in the race.
My longing soul needs you here,
to comfort, console with your daze.


In my eyes were you my soulmate,
but time has fliped the love to hate.
The wounds of hatred might remain fresh
and the scars of this love will ever crush.


Now I drown my sorrow in the salty bay,
looking towards the horizon of a new day.