Could it have been the self concious views?
The lack of choice- No room to choose?
Could it have been the need for emotion?
The outbursts? The commotion?
Were the cogs rusting? A lack of motion
The cogs of time rusting...
Time not moving with the speed of light?
Could it have been that one was moving faster, then other-
Timing not right?
Like a Cheetah and a Deer holdings hands,
Could it have been tempting chance?
The chance to be amazed at the beauty of this picture,
Then not be surprised with the outcome- An act of nature.
Mesmerized with lies that are there to charm.
Cheating fate, Causing harm.
Could it have been...
That you left me because I was no more an object of your desire?
Or- Could it had been that all along,
I was playing with fire?
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
Could it have been the self concious views?
The lack of choice- No room to choose?
Could it have been the need for emotion?
The outbursts? The commotion?
Were the cogs rusting? A lack of motion
The cogs of time rusting...
Time not moving with the speed of light?
Could it have been that one was moving faster, then other-
Timing not right?
Like a Cheetah and a Deer holdings hands,
Could it have been tempting chance?
The chance to be amazed at the beauty of this picture,
Then not be surprised with the outcome- An act of nature.
Mesmerized with lies that are there to charm.
Cheating fate, Causing harm.
Could it have been...
That you left me because I was no more an object of your desire?
Or- Could it had been that all along,
I was playing with fire?
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