Writers Jam

The one

that got

away

too soon—

the one

for whom

I’d bring

the moon.

I met her on the first day of college,

she hit me like a jolt of fresh air.

I thought I’d never be acknowledged—

she shook me with just a simple stare.

But soon she hit me with foul play;

could’ve been the one—didn’t make her stay.

This one didn’t catch my eye on time,

my mind was off in wandering places.

She seemed like she was not my kind,

but luck dealt one of its rare aces.

Got stuck trying to hit the replay—

might’ve been the one, couldn’t make her stay.

This one had always been around;

I thought the feelings weren’t true.

But the heartbeat drum made not a sound—

and if it did, I had no clue.

I was traveling on my newfound way,

thought she was the one—but she couldn’t stay.

This one just stumbled into me

while I was not looking close enough.

There were rose-colored flags to see,

but love is blind, and love is tough.

And soon I knew, but by that day—

even if she was the one… I got away.