it felt like history.
but i saw that those eyes
were directed at me.
i exchanged the favour.
the voice, a familiar tone
it wasnt unique
but just the way i liked it
i could see where
you were coming.
i know when your smile fades
shake when your heart breaks.
uneasy when those
invisible tears rolled.
unfortunately we werent
at all meant to be.
from birth inscribed deep
a mark of seperation
which hurts much, indeed.
opportunities flew past
and solidified, joined to history
its the blood which mix- and doesnt
its fate that we shouldnt meet.
but you were, just a distraction
no more than once a year.
but too beautiful, too wonderful - an illusion.
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