What do you do when the girl you love sends you an invitation to her wedding?
Would you give up and let go of it,
Or would you stand up and fight for it?
Do you cry alone, and confine yourself,
Or do you smile at your fate and learn to live with yourself?
The first time he laid his eyes on her, she was staring at someone else. “That’s a temporary thing,” he thought, “she will get over him.” Years passed. She wasn’t over ‘him’ yet.
Thought of finally saying out how he really felt,
What never came out, what shouldn’t wait.
Someone intervened before he could assert,
Too late. He was too late.
Never again will I walk these paths,
Never again will I feel this breeze.
Never again will you see me,
On the same boulevards that had come to be a part of me…