Is it too late to wish that you,
Didnt exist, at least not in my mind,
Coming alive every waking minute,
And kissing me good night?
Your smile is like the light,
Beacon in the dark night;
It just doesnt feel right,
But my eyes beheld such a sight.
And we're dancing in the fire,
Traversing each step of the chessboard
We are pawns of,
Belittling what we were made of -
When destiny chose our paths to cross,
What was written in such fate?
Is it a secret for the seas to keep,
Or a pantomime yet to unravel?
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