I write so that maybe
Just Maybe
she will one day read this.
I write so that this feeling might
pass.
I'll never see her again.
To my disillusion
I hope
That one day I might see her face again.
To glance at beauty, perfection,
an Angel sent to me.
I'm not a man of destiny.
I never believed that fate decides our
outcome
until
I met you
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 7:42 AM UTC
I write so that maybe
Just Maybe
she will one day read this.
I write so that this feeling might
pass.
I'll never see her again.
To my disillusion
I hope
That one day I might see her face again.
To glance at beauty, perfection,
an Angel sent to me.
I'm not a man of destiny.
I never believed that fate decides our
outcome
until
I met you
To Angel...The one that got away
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