thought it was the right one,
as though it was the right one.
yet was never the one,
at times have felt the happines,
at times have felt the loneliness again.
at a distance longing for chances,
in an instance loses hopes,
at at distance longed for chance,
in an instance devoured sorrows,
so much trust that bore,
swept away like dust on floor,
falling tears just drops,
doesn't even know when will it stops,
dead again for some time,
dead again to be blind,
of the pain felt inside,
pain that is confined...
