And May You be happy

There’s a hurt in the heart
and its because i realise
that she may never be mine,

In the first place perhaps
she was never mine and so
there should never have been a meant to,

For is she is the arc that shapes my heart
the pill that makes me high
or the river that allows me more?

And now, it may never be
for whatever the reason,
whatever the time.

It’s a will that i can no longer reverse, if
and only if, i can wake up an smell the roses
'lilies, you say ?'