#WritcoPoemPrompt107
A fortunate shot resulted in a goal,
As if it were a lucky rabbit's foot you possess,
People lose control,
A million or two more or less,

I had friends, but I wanted more.
Maybe I was selfish, maybe not.
Trying to find them,
I lost what I already had
Or
maybe they just weren't
what I hoped
I loved them,
We were bestfriends,...