Our roads cross,
fate set in the stars.
When will our roads split?
Love written in the sea,
wind dancing with the storm.
Clinging to hope like moss,
We didn’t see what was ours.
There’s no landslide to flee,
whispers begin to swarm.
Oh, when will worry let us be?
Bittersweet like the snow,
only the stars know.
What awaits us is a mystery,
one that’ll be left behind in our history.
My life is changing,
Like the four seasons,
Though without any reason-
I find myself scared of it.
Change; it’s a horrifying but beautiful thing.
Like in the early mornings of spring,
We feel in such a deep way,
flooding our veins throughout the day.
Some let themselves feel,
then move on, as if it wasn’t a big deal.
Some cling onto their emotions,
causing commotions.
Some push it away,
For every word I can’t say,
I try to write it down,
but at the end of the day,
I know I’ll never find the words.
They jumble together,
like the sunset’s melting colors.
For every excuse I make,
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