I called you Gold
Even when you are not golden
I called you silver
To make you shiver
For your presence
In my life is golden
What then did I need?
What more can I ask for?
But fate will always go to work
Inevitability predetermined
Our lives we leave
While fate does the rest
What can i say?
Tears dropping
Like a viscous streaks left on the inside of a glass
Who should I blame?
For the ocean that came between us
Millions attempt I made
For no other reasons
Than to be by your side
But all went futile
What more can I do?
How well can I make fate understand
That the ocean is just too deep
Too deep for us to deep in
Let's not be ignorant of the fact
That fate is inevitable
For this let fate take over
The dinning table
Of our lives
For reget, it's self hurt's.
©posh-poet
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