The delicacy of the situation,
At its epitome,
Could not but vexate me.
The vague and cloudy memories,
Set aside all the tragedy,
You came back like a lightning bolt struck.
Vandalizing everything to a degree,
Discrete were we,
And our lives in peace.
But then,
You came along,
Dragging misery.
My eyes were shut before,
Now I see the true you,
I thank God I had fled away.
Perhaps it is fate that brought you here,
But now I will not accept you anyways,
Because now I believe I'm destined for greatness.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
The delicacy of the situation,
At its epitome,
Could not but vexate me.
The vague and cloudy memories,
Set aside all the tragedy,
You came back like a lightning bolt struck.
Vandalizing everything to a degree,
Discrete were we,
And our lives in peace.
But then,
You came along,
Dragging misery.
My eyes were shut before,
Now I see the true you,
I thank God I had fled away.
Perhaps it is fate that brought you here,
But now I will not accept you anyways,
Because now I believe I'm destined for greatness.
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