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Lucky


I was born in the same generation as you,

lucky enough to meet you.

I was lucky enough for you to move to my town.

You visited me in the summer,

lucky enough for you to care.

You walked home with me nearly everyday,

lucky enough for you to enjoy my company.

You pushed me to join you in things often,

lucky enough for you to want to be around me.

Then my luck ran out.

I made a stupid mistake.

All that luck wasted with

One...

Stupid...

Note...

Im sorry.

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Vincent Drimur

Just a lovesick fool with a desire to write poetry.

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