The fate you claim seduces you -
it sounds like a dream I once had,
that whispers across my eyes
I once prophesized that I knew fate
I once mingled my soul with yours
and did you feel nothing?
Nothing then, but
You have hunted anyone
the one who follows you.
I know that smile.
It is my own.
We cherish, in separate worlds,
our Mona Lisa lips.
I know that song.
I sang it on the playground once-
and yet I knew-
I knew I'd find you-
I can see your eyes like dark caves,
the tunnel at the end of the plains,
and the path between us
and puddled with tears.
I reach out weak and burning hands,
pierced with a needle of hope,
now and again.
And you smolder still in the distance
and you turn away so easily.
And I thought if I ran
a little faster
from the pull,
hid a little longer from the sun,
the needle of hope
would be tossed forever
into the ashes
of my crumbling desire.
I thought if I turned off your light,
you'd disappear into the darkness
before my eyes, but,
glimmering in the corner,
you wait to be re-fumed..
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