One too many melancholy reflections do I have,
Of the times when life wasn't confusing.
Times of work and times of play
Times when time stopped and we had a moment.
Fate came to intervene,
She said that it was not something I deserved.
Unforeseen circumstances came into action
And reality was a tight slap in the face.
Good things have to end,
And the book needed to be shut.
The story was over
The fairytale was not meant for me.
Sadly, I am not allowed to have good things
I am not allowed to have good relationships.
As the saying goes,
If it feels like it's too good to be true,
Then it is not to come to fruition.
Melancholic moments I will have,
Thankfully, although it hurts, the memories were good.