Thursday, 28 September 2017

Fate

Fated to have cross paths with you,
To have became close friends,
Never thought once of becoming more. But
Have you ever wondered what my heart feels? Or do
You merely see me as another friend?
In my tiny little world, you were
My everything. Now how I wish that was my 
Arms around your waist, ageing towards eternity.

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