Bad Luck At Love
The lot of love is chosen,
I've slowly learnt that much,
Others have bad luck at love,
A mystery they cant touch..
And yet their eyes search,
With discontent in their heart,
For that mythical soulmate,
Who'd stay, to never depart...
But soulmates are like sun and moon,
They may cross, but not meet,
Except on a rare eclipse noon,
When their fates may finally align..
But sometimes people tire of waiting,
So take chance on someone and settle,
Sometimes becoming soulmates by commitment,
Sometimes living on nightmarish level...
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