What Could Be Real

Mon, 10/09/2017 - 16:35 -- AlRose

Maybe it was him. 
Maybe it was me. 
Maybe it was the world around us that never wanted us to be. 
Maybe it was the wrong time to give us a try.
Maybe there was a hello that started with a goodbye. 
Or maybe it was the way he said night without the good. 
Maybe it was a hint that we never were, or never should.

This poem is about: 


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