Good Things Don’t Always Happen Twice

Original Poetry

She held onto him
So tight
There were times
When he felt like
He couldn’t breathe.
But then came
The storm
That raged the current
And infuriated it to the point
Where they felt their grip
On each other
Weakening
By the second.
Only then
Did he realise
The reason why people
Hold on to each other so tight:
Because they won’t happen
Again

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