Not meant to be
What if I chased the red string of fate…
As it slowly unraveled before my eyes
Violently fraying in every direction
Ripping through the wind with a cry
Such a thin, delicate thread to grasp
And it’s spiraling fast
I know it’s gone but I missed what was
Reminiscing over the hazy past
Even as it tears the skin of my palms
I can’t seem to let go of this rope
I miss the rosy red that once gave me high hope
Maybe someday I’ll unfurl my hands
But what if I fall into the abyss?
Will I last?
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