I hoped it would happen —
me and you.
I walked down, hoping to get
a glimpse of you
in that pink hue.
When I saw you,
my heartbeat skipped a few.
But why do I feel so alone ,
though I stand next to you?
What is holding us back —
is it me, or is it you?
Yet again,
a forever quietly became a goodbye — You.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 2:11 AM UTC
I hoped it would happen —
me and you.
I walked down, hoping to get
a glimpse of you
in that pink hue.
When I saw you,
my heartbeat skipped a few.
But why do I feel so alone ,
though I stand next to you?
What is holding us back —
is it me, or is it you?
Yet again,
a forever quietly became a goodbye — You.
