She and I were a perfect match,
but in reality something was missing
That mysterious, indefinable spark
just wasn't there.
To stabilise our feelings
for each other,
we would often project
a future for ourselves,
imagining we were a married couple
with stacks of children.
Or find places we would wanna go
and plan them in our heads
We tried to make ourselves believe
in a future together.
A future that deep down I
knew would happen.
And so in a pattern that I've
now seen repeated the previous time over,
another ride representing
another failed relationship
comes to an end.
God, what a loser.
an amazing poem... jus when i ws thinkin of updating my blog, i stopped by this one - nd mussay its innocent n original :) nd lez re-phrase da last line from god, what a loser to 'god, em i such a learner?' :) :) :)
ReplyDeletelol ......same mistakes over n over bt love dosnt seem 2 undstnd......
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