Never Meant To Be

Never Meant To Be

A sad tale I could say,
If my remaining seconds may,
I lay at my deathbed,
On the ground that I bled.
I will not speak on my cruel life,
Or how did I slashed myself with a knife.,
But on the happiest moment of my life,
The day my fantasy was there for me.
That girl came walking,
I couldn't stop shaking,
Slowly inching forward I go,
Haywire sweating so.
I thought she was there for me,
No it was not meant to be,
That girl of my fantasy,
Was another man's reality.
But I shall not regret,
The day you and I beget,
As my life is about to end,
The memory of you I shall never forget.


Copyright ©2006 Alfred Emmanuel Awe