their own story

walking down hand in hand
to the untold destiny no one knows
yet who's better to know than ones true love?
but are they really true love?
one says they are not
sadly the other believes

they are lost in this horror
that they know to be reality
scared and frightened of what they know will
loving and caring while time goes by
they both know the other must go away, dreading it dearly

one must go another way
to another loved one seeming far away
yet that one has fallen in love with the first
chaos unravels onto an unseen black hole of misery
only seen once by the second and none by the first or third

a train of thought and wonder flows through each and every mind
passing through and not leaving any trace of remorse
a loved ones tears can tear a deep hole of emptiness in a heart

but can that tear a hole in ones true destiny that they know they must fulfill?