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Collided with you on my way to work, No, it wasn’t a sign, wasn’t destiny’s quirk. A swollen temple and a bruised nose Do not herald a date, a wedding, or even a rose. Dropped my books on my way to class, Our fingers brushed when you knelt on the grass Music blasting from the dorm on the second floor I nodded my thanks and walked through the door. I know they say it’s divine intervention, But it’s more just my lack of hand-eye coordination. I know you believe we were meant to be But I need spectacles more than a relationship. Now my scarf’s stuck to your wrist watch, My hem’s ripped, your buckle’s botched. I knew I shouldn’t have bought the lace Oh **** Did you think this was decreed by fate? Spilled my coffee on your shirt front **** Was it Ralph Lauren? Peter England? Here’s a coupon for a dry-cleaning discount Just tell me you don’t think this counts. Look, I’m not saying you’re reading too much into this, Though that might be an accurate analysis. All I’m saying is our future looks accident prone So maybe invest in an insurance plan before a wedding loan.
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
The Misguided Romanticization of Everyday Misfortunes
Collided with you on my way to work, No, it wasn’t a sign, wasn’t destiny’s quirk. A swollen temple and a bruised nose Do not herald a date, a wedding, or even a rose. Dropped my books on my way to class, Our fingers brushed when you knelt on the grass Music blasting from the dorm on the second floor I nodded my thanks and walked through the door. I know they say it’s divine intervention, But it’s more just my lack of hand-eye coordination. I know you believe we were meant to be But I need spectacles more than a relationship. Now my scarf’s stuck to your wrist watch, My hem’s ripped, your buckle’s botched. I knew I shouldn’t have bought the lace Oh **** Did you think this was decreed by fate? Spilled my coffee on your shirt front **** Was it Ralph Lauren? Peter England? Here’s a coupon for a dry-cleaning discount Just tell me you don’t think this counts. Look, I’m not saying you’re reading too much into this, Though that might be an accurate analysis. All I’m saying is our future looks accident prone So maybe invest in an insurance plan before a wedding loan.
NupurC
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24/F/India
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
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