Two people who meet are destined to fade,
Two paths crossed and a new ripple is made,
Of fate that of which will only die out,
A fate that makes me angery enough to shout,
I don't want it this way, I never did
But it went way wrong, so who am I to kid?
You never know what the furture can hold
It may not yet be over so I'm told
But to sit and wait on one small chance
Is the game I play, a rouletted dance.


(This poem was inspired the day I decided to end my previous relationship. I was tired of waiting on chance that things would work out after many attempts at fixing the problems. I stopped fooling myself, as did my ex, and we agreed on an end. That happened about 20 minutes after I finished this short thing, and is why this poem, to me, holds overwhelming meaning.)

many can relate-thanks for sharing