Time
Has changed its course
Love’s no longer intermixed
The feelings
Are just not
As in
I bend
Blended
With a broken promise
One
With the lies
I told
Old news
Like my ways
You remain
Unentertained
Unhappily walking
In the rain
I used to
Run through your mind
Now I’m a rerun
A worn out cliché
This odd couple
Was actually odd
In it’s inaccurate
Portrayal
Of the oddities of love
We
Were a spark
With no fuel
Static
Statistically speaking
The odds of us
Even meeting
Is too rare
For me to bear
But the moment
Fate forgot
Was the moment
That we met
Now our
Trials and tribulations
Are a tribute
To our attributes
Our rude, brute force
That broke the rules
Of physics
The night
We made Love
Without the chemistry
To make it
Bottled up our emotions
As if we wished
To save it
Living
Lie after lie
Looking in
Each others eyes
We’ll appear
To have a passion
As long as our masks
Are tied
Cupid
Our crooked archer
Is to blame
For our misconnection
Our departure
Won’t be in vain
If we do it
For the love of love
And our disdain
For a false passion
Carried out
In it’s name
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 12:31 AM UTC
Time
Has changed its course
Love’s no longer intermixed
The feelings
Are just not
As in
I bend
Blended
With a broken promise
One
With the lies
I told
Old news
Like my ways
You remain
Unentertained
Unhappily walking
In the rain
I used to
Run through your mind
Now I’m a rerun
A worn out cliché
This odd couple
Was actually odd
In it’s inaccurate
Portrayal
Of the oddities of love
We
Were a spark
With no fuel
Static
Statistically speaking
The odds of us
Even meeting
Is too rare
For me to bear
But the moment
Fate forgot
Was the moment
That we met
Now our
Trials and tribulations
Are a tribute
To our attributes
Our rude, brute force
That broke the rules
Of physics
The night
We made Love
Without the chemistry
To make it
Bottled up our emotions
As if we wished
To save it
Living
Lie after lie
Looking in
Each others eyes
We’ll appear
To have a passion
As long as our masks
Are tied
Cupid
Our crooked archer
Is to blame
For our misconnection
Our departure
Won’t be in vain
If we do it
For the love of love
And our disdain
For a false passion
Carried out
In it’s name
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