We are like in a story
Where the both us were also the author
Having our expectations as the prolouge
And yet, reality starts as we wrote the first chapter
We are expecting for our prolouge to occur in the middle part
But it did not
And so reality goes on.
The final chapter makes it way
As you wrote it alone
You wrote a farewell
You end us
And now the epilouge is now just mine,
We may not live a fairytale kind of story,
We may not live a happily ever after
But our story is something to remember,
We wrote a story to say sorry
For us not making our way to 'Forever'
But to 'It's Over'
~ Posteng Makata.
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Poem and I
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