The girl’s story continuation.

An original poem by me. One of my more angry styles.

My infatuation with the pretty morning walker at Joggers’ Park turns to disappointment when I see one morning that she has a lover. They come to and leave the park together for a few days, openly demonstrative of their passion. then one day I suddenly find her all by herself again and forlorn. I feel sorry for her broken love affair, and then notice something else, far graver than a lost love.

There is no lasting love because love can make us crazy.

A poem about not realizing what you had until it is gone.

Maybe in the future we can be friends.

Head or tail, it’s still a coin.

We never had what it takes.

Poetry.

We often hear the story, "when one door closes, another opens." But why is this so? Is it just luck? Or, just like those mysteries of life we encounter in outer space.