The ruins between my ribs held us static
We were parallel lines that were never coincidental,
A could-have-been intersection that ceased to draw itself
Just before the point of tangency.
You told me it was I who stopped pursuing you,
That it was I who fashioned these rusts in my own gears.
Apathy was my choice,
Until I saw the concern that lay beyond your hostile mask
That left me wanting for the unknown.

Love is just a word,
Sometimes it's better to be left unheard.
Action speaks louder than word,
But sometimes action is a big blurred.

"What is meant to be, will always find it's way."
But fate will challenge you day by day.
All you have to do, is to deal, and play.

I believe that I met you for a reason,
Maybe you're a blessing, or a lesson.
Either you'll stay, or go,
I'll assure you, I'll still be loving you, wherever you go.

Did we met coincidentally?
Or, did we met because we're really meant to be?

What’s in a word
That says far too long
Of the feelings
All a miss

Tells how the sun shines
On a day gloom
Or how loss resonates
The rays of a rainbow

But at times does it coincides
With the stages of life
Coincidence might be word
That gives all surrounding through.

It is irony that lasts a lifetime.