Strike Out, 4 Strikes
Strike One began here
Her beautiful aqua blue eyes set the stage.
It ended as I feared.
She was aware of her deserving more, and drifted away.
Strike two began strong.
Such beauty and innocence
What couldve went wrong?
Destiny passed its predictable judgement through this.
Strike three was only this:
Closure of a dark past
But still I miss,
the friendship we once had.
Strike four was an angel
I gave her my heart to gently hold
But I must watch her walk by, so painful
For reasons I cannot control.
Am I but a strike out? Or victim of a cruel fate?
I must know now. There isnt much more I can take.
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