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Two people wanted each other
but they never come close
The middle man told each
the other wants another
Despite knowing the truth, both wavered
no action was made from both enough to hold their ground
The middle man rose on top holding them
together apart
— A tragic love story portrayed perfectly in shape.
I wonder;
Can lies destroy the truth?
or do they help us see what it is?
I don’t know, I may never know
Who’s to blame? The shape answered a question;
Why do people never meet the right people?
Who’s to blame?
I don’t know, I may never know
*WritingChallengeDay4



Comments (2)
Nice poem, made me think… Everything happens for a reason.
Great poem! I don't think anyone can understand the mysteries of timing.