Falling From Serendipity

Scared.
There is fear in the
strange place of perplexity.

Infinite.
The endless thrust to
wickedness, the endless pain.

Serendipity.
We found each other at
a time when we’re almost lost.

Falling.
Our doting exudes more
than what we aim from the beginning.

 

2018

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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