To my meant to have been;
It is my prowess to tell you what I finally gleaned
This is not a letter of hope to get things that is used to—but a reconciliation
Neither the answer to all of our baffled questions—but atlease an ease to our confusion
The day I found out that I no longer see myself growing in your space
Is the day I found out that I need to end the thing He doesn’t want me chase
Because ‘I thought’ I finally found the one who will accept the real me and fears either
Because you were the one who came when I asked in a prayer
It may be kind of harsh to leave despite of the shared memories and chances
But still I have to rather than losing my soul along the process
Either kind of tragic because you were once the subject of my poetries
But still I have to because I know it would be better if someday you’ll be someone’s masterpiece
It might be selfish to think but I am certain to the mistakes and damage I made
But as we began to understand that life would be meaningful if we put him first—it’ll soon fade
And if ever we come to the point where we understand the risk of rushing
Then that’s the time our hearts will rest and trust His timing
I don’t know what’s on ahead but as I draw myself closer to His presence
I slowly appreciate the importance of life and it’s essence
And if by chance He permits us to cross again,
Then that’s the perfect time to pursue you with Him
