Sometimes it's never meant to happen,
That's when our ego starts to sharpen.
The right thing to do feels always wrong,
Unless your resolve is steady and strong.
When you love, at times you'll starve,
From affection withheld, no warmth to carve.

But still we cling to fleeting chance,
Wrapped in the fog of a longing glance.
When we fail to trust our nerves,
We split ourselves into two...