Poetry

She walked

She walked a while Maybe a little farther than she'd expected she could. She walked some more Maybe a little deeper into the tunnel than she ever would. And she doesn't know why, she fell. "I'm skilled enough at walking..." She said; And yet she tripped. And hurt herself.

Poetry

Cruel Fate

Maybe it's just us; Or maybe it's just how things go; I realized that fate; Will never tell you so. You meet, you greet, you leave And then hearts are broken, and crushed; Because fate is a devil and a saint; Both at the same time.