“Even the best fall down sometimes,
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme,
Out of the doubt that fills my mind,
I somehow find,
You and I, collide…”

The lyrics to this beautiful, melodious song,
Became the lines to my messed up, sad poem.
I wouldn’t even have to wonder why.
I wouldn’t even have to ask for another sign.
Because it’s obvious. It’s too obvious.
You and I were never really meant to collide.
We are stars from neighboring galaxies.
So close, yet so far away.
Swooshing past each other throughout the sky and space,
But not having a single chance to even just glance at one’s face.
We tend to get so close,
But we never touched, you see.
Because, as life would want to have it,
We were never really meant to be.
A light born from the start,
A love made from afar,
Two hearts, destined to be apart.
No matter how much we try,
Now matter how long we hide,
No matter how many times we will deny,
We are just not made to collide.
It’s painful to know that we cannot dance this beautiful melodious song.
And so it just ended up being a messed up, sad poem.