Chance of Him at the Chance of Her

‘Roses are red’, for is what’s been told, it is said also that ‘violets are blue’.

Have you known, really they’re actually purple... That roses’ are actually many shades of reddish hue?

So I have for you, this question, a question you may behold.

Can you tell me, if this, of what they say is to be true?

When you are sad and missing someone; do you think they miss you too?

What if you missed you. More than likely, one would assume it; if this is true, so we are too not, feel blue.

Who would have ever known?

That it wasn’t going to last anymore longer than a few?

Since no one’s going to be able to tell the difference.

Just try to recall the good times. Don’t let the memories dry up with the morning dew.

Feel, how you felt; when they made you melt.

Just remember to never wait for anything. Ask yourself did it make your heart swell?

Had it made you well, do won’t you pray tell, how it felt when you fell, into a promise of virtue.

Since everything happens in sequences, forget the world and all its lies.

Never underestimate the fool, working harder to achieve.

Cause’ all those people that try to hide behind their personas. Well they don’t even know; what it is to be a champion, and succeed to your own winning goals.

For being a fool could lead you to something hidden, it could be under a new leaf, you didn’t know was there, or that silver lining under a rock that’s turned to gold, remember to always play fair, because on the contrary, sometimes you need to be your own friend.

Always believe there is no one like you;

for some, things will result In consequences. If it did well, what’s left to tell except that, other things can make you smile.

Did you know? Self-love is worth more; than anything. Maybe, it’s left you, and things are hazy from your being left rendered and a bit dismembered; but always, if you can remember.

Try, if you can help it; not to tender the hate, just escape the fate, you can always find, and grow into a new you.

It’s never too late, change what you thought was an inevitable fate. Your soul is, much too good to waste. So maybe the windows closed; there will always be a gate, what’s beyond? After all, it is, for you to unlock; find your freak inside, befriend your own love, when there isn't anyone else.

Remember nothing compares to your own returned recognition, being strong, yet weaker than a paper in water, counting on one last chance. Before you feel your brightness is faded. A flicker still remains, although you've been jaded.

Seem like you lost the real person that no one even knows, look up to the sky above just because everyone else can feel ‘Real’ and you feel like you can’t even feel. Depend on hope. Even if it is only a glimmer, for just not giving up can save the flicker from diminishing.

It's up to you now. All you have to do is embrace, what it is your supposed to embrace is your unique self; truly just appreciate. This, the chance of one's own appreciation. No need to get jealousy over greedy, or needy.

Catch those feels. Make these precious moments the remaining indentation of your everlasting determination, without misrepresentation. Take no hesitation.

For misunderstanding, too easily being misunderstood. All from a fling. A fling with a wild thing, from a feeling. Because of the situation though it was all but just a seeming, heart impaled situation. Therefore the causing of a misrepresentation. Often in which an impeding reason becomes consuming. Over fascination of having a feeling; for some crazy wildling.

It was supposed to be fun! Slow, just not to jump the gun, what's the harm, before going in atomically cocked and loaded. Causing all emotions to erupt-being exploded. All over the place; have it been seen the wild look on a face. Have we fallen from grace.

Not looking for trouble, although hot, and on the double. They assume a fumble, a whispered mumble, feeling eluded; whilst She should have stayed humble to herself, he should have kept it in his mouth, as shortly after all the adrenaline they hosted drained, from all the strain.

Before it all started taking its toll; they both should have slowed their roles. The foundation of this creation. That of what once was a love at first sight, was made, they should have traded their indecision.

Who knew that the pain inside her and the confusion in him. Alerting their senses ... flight of fright. Electrically full of energy, butterflies in each stomach; whilst he was falling out of the open sky, she fell into him.

Remembering only for a moment only after all That they're young and dumb, all jacked up, hair straight back, before the fact the issue becoming shit out of luck, stuck.

Nary a tear fell, even when her eyes swelled. It pushed her. To smile, denial swept across his mind. What was he looking to find out of this magical meeting of two hearts beating.

But to get the hearts, to beat in formation. Now that would be the information that could of guided thee exact enchantment needed to sustain the smile that could honestly take them a mile.

Too bad they each thought they were on their own. Regrettably two separate illuminated sparks like twin flames. Blown out by the breath that was drawn long and deep filling each cavity of trial and error, reaching for that intangible, unspoken decided affliction.

Like the pull of a magnet now reversed. Shame selfishly washes over entirely hung in the close but yet still distant sight. Never really belonging to one another.

Yet feeling real, just to have fate steal it all away. Day breaks, what happen to such devotion.

Fear is the negative force, focused on, careers, guilty pleasure, and one's loneliness unity broken, so much for that beautiful token called chance. The chance at her, having that chance of him.