Maybe...
Maybe we were never truly meant to be with each other.
Maybe the universe just conspired for us to meet and then bid each other goodbye.
Maybe we were just hungry souls that needed another to find our lesson.
Maybe we're just tend to bridge each other to find our better choice.
But what if...
What if we really are for each other?
What if the universe conspired for us to meet and tell the people of our happily ever after?
What if we are each other's great soul mates?
What if we are the better choices we had for one another?
If only...
If only you stayed.
If only you believed in me rather than the rumors.
If only you stooped low to your pride.
If only you said sorry and decided to still be with me.
Maybe we're the happiest and not living miserably.
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Cries at Midnight
Poetry[Highest Rank: #2 in Poems, #1 in Lyric] Collection of Poetries and Prose. I wonder why most people write when they were sad, broken, frustrated, mad, and not when they were at their happiest moment. Then I realized, maybe it's because whenever w...
