Lost

I'm at a loss for words.
 I guess you can say I've fallen; but wait.. 
that just wouldn't be right 
because when you fall, you get hurt, you get scars, marks that last forever. 
And from my view, I don't see any scars that I obtained from you..
Maybe you can say, I'm lost;
I was wondering in a place where I shouldn't have been
and I stepped foot into a room...
one that I had no business entering;
one that, if I’m not mistaken, had the “DO NOT ENTER” sign 
taped upon it..
But somehow.. 
the door must have closed after my entrance,
the room must be at slope, for I made sure 
that when I entered, I'd have a way out;
but now I'm stuck..
or maybe that's the wrong word for it;
because I'm not really looking for a way out.
There's clothes everywhere,
Weed on the floor,
graffiti on the walls,
and a gate...
all symbols of you;
because apparently, I wasn't the first one to be lost,
and it took a while, but you stepped from the behind the gate
and I saw who had been accompanying me in this strange place..
We talked,
We joked,
We laughed,
We got to know each other,
We shared experiences, those experiences that revealed that we never meant to be where we are today,
but things happen,
We introduced,
We Trusted, 
We paid loyalty,
We kissed,
Our eyes met,
and best of all, 
WE LOVED.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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