Accidents

Accidents short poem

Accidents short poemPhoto by mzio


My mother once told me
Not to cry over spilled milk,
Because accidents happen.

My mother once told me
Not to make a mountain
Out of a molehill,
Because accidents happen.

My mother once told me
When things go awry
To live and let go,
Because accidents happen.

But, My mother never told me
That I would fall
Into emerald
Green eyes.

My mother never told me
That green would become my happiness
Just as quickly as it became my sorrow
All because of an infatuation that snuck up on me

An accident,
But accidents happen.

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