Writer: Asmaa
It was a windy day
Driving along the bay.
My soul felt lost
But that’s not what hurts the most.
They say life is good
But it’s as hard as wood.
All your hopes were high
But it’s all a lie.
He said you are the one
But he is just like a gun.
Aiming at your heart
Days pass by and you are alone
Left behind just like a stone.
A broken heart screaming for help
But all the love just melt.
Now you are full of hate
Because people said it’s just fate.
The right person, the wrong time.
The right script, the wrong line.
The right poem, the wrong rhyme
And a piece of you, that was never
mine.
So mirror, mirror on the wall
Was I always meant to fall?