It wasn't destiny, maybe fate's way,
Unspoken connections seep farther than rise of day,
Maybe endgame is just a name,
Can't fathom the growing flame.
So now I soar the depths,
Aware of my strengths,
Is it a dream or real?
A rush too sharp for slow appeal…
But either way, I chose this,
Another story, maybe bliss,
There isn't right or wrong,
It's a temporary melody for the repeating song.
We always find our way back,
But are we ready to unpack,
Words have oceans of hidden meanings,
Time works at a pace you can't tell where you're leaning.
It's messy and nice,
A gamble worth the price,
This isn’t love, maybe just a try,
Some pages read just to pass by.
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Author:
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- Published: May 30th, 2025 03:29
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