Unfulfilled Intentions, Love, and Disappointment
When they came into your life with no intention of loving you
The slow ignition of disappointment
Where lies hope is now dirt
Acknowledgement to see beyond the pain
But the settled dust, of what could have been
Is only that…. Dust, meaningless dust
Blown in the wind.
If the dust was magic, would they have collected it.
Would they have loved you?
Would they have pure intentions with you?
Would they have been the one?
NOPE! Moving along…
©Nichole Nichole