3/12/2023

lonely paths that cross


I was there before you

and you was there before me

in dark roads and breeze that mellow

we parted ways before we even meet 



for years of numbness 

i don’t believe in blooming souls

for tears of bitterness 

u light up my days like the hopeful moon 



we were living in different horizons

separated by thoughts and what-if’s 

its the wondering of you

and pondering of me 

in a search of something that has some meaning





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