Thirty minutes
All it took for something meaningful
I didn't tell you it was beautiful
How you soothed me with words
That sounded and felt delusional

I could've ended nothing
Stayed with you until the break of evening
Because it was in that short moment,
I knew I owe my life everything

That perfect flash that could not be simply hated
Passed by my own eyes like a shooting star
That I had to wish for an existence of one David
Otherwise, let it collapse with a scar
And let the beaming chances be bitterly concluded