The world keeps handing out
small wonders —
friendships that fit,
lucky moments that fall
so easily into
open hands.
And I stand here,
quietly hoping,
quietly hurting —
wondering why love
slips past me,
and luck
never lingers.
The world keeps handing out
small wonders —
friendships that fit,
lucky moments that fall
so easily into
open hands.
And I stand here,
quietly hoping,
quietly hurting —
wondering why love
slips past me,
and luck
never lingers.
but make sense in hindsight. i just wasn’t meant to be part of that journey
but make sense in hindsight. i just wasn’t meant to be part of that journey