I have came to realized,
that this would not work out.
you being mine,
or me being yours.
I have come to realized,
that we are like parallel lines.
side to side,
but will never meet.
Maybe one day,
god would make the parallel lines
gone wrong.
Maybe one day,
god would let us be together,
be happy.
This is one hell of an imagination,
that the silly me,
hope that it will come true.