a symphony of stars, a cacophony of wishes.

162 | never really

So in life, what do we
have to expect?
—sane lights or was it
subtle respect?

Love, I never really
wanted to object
but little do we know
that there was an effect

From bright eyes
and endless prospect
—same, nigh days
where would they direct?

Love, I do not really
understand nor suspect
that you were not for me
nor was I ever correct

Am I the one for you
—destiny did not neglect
its chains around our chances
they did not reflect

So in life, what was it
that we have to collect
—main, regretful lies
or were they heartfelt defects?

Love, I never really wished
to be stuck in your sect
but little do I know
that loving you could affect

Innocent souls
passing by in intersect
—slain dreams die
or are they merely wrecked?

Love, I never really grasped
nor would I really dissect
the reason to be
or the purpose to protect

Am I the only one for you
—should I stay in respect?
It's bliss but it's hell
—it's all chaos unchecked

So in life, do tell me
what is it we should expect
because such is love, my dear
—none is ever really perfect