Better One


Messing with destiny, time standing still

Delirious with laughter and the next thing you know

we’ve both done things we shouldn’t have


Shouldn’t I know

it would have to end

and after late nights and stargazing,

secrets and comebacks

the best part is over

But you’re an expert,

I’m a fool

and as I’m counting the currency

of everything we’ve done


There’s always a better one

She walks in and we’re reduced

a rainstorm instead of a hurricane


I raise up a white flag,

push my gold to the edge

Shouldn’t I know something

so beautiful

would burn so brightly at its end

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 7/2/16

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Well expressed as is your usual. I wasn't disappointed


Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....