Why is it everytime <br /> I meet someone? <br />She seems to be the <br /> wrong one? <br />Or if not the wrong one, <br /> it's the wrong time? <br />Is she out there, <br /> somewhere, waiting? <br />Sitting alone tonight, <br /> thinking the same thing? <br />Have we met already, <br /> and not know it yet? <br />Will me meet someday, <br /> and know it then? <br />Will we meet someday, <br /> and let it slip away? <br />Am I destined <br /> to spend this life alone?<br /><br />Sean McCoy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-few-questions-3/
