Sonnet | #NaPoWriMo 2018 | Day 29

It was meant to be undone,
for us to be alone, the most
when we needed someone,
looking out for, at the coast.When we were inching closer
to what we deserved to enjoy,
fingers wrapped around, poser,
emotions at bay, not to employ.

Was this really fate or just play,
we, one may maybe never know.
Probably life was made of clay,
seeds thrown all around to sow.

My specs are blurry with tears build up,
glass was half empty, salty, half full cup.

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