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One of my first poem/lyrics. |
| What a surprise seeing you here... You're depositing? I'm withdrawing... Polar opposite per usual. Enter stage left a man in a mask, with dire intentions. On the floor with sensations so familair... we're so close. We're to close, I can hear beeping, "What's your emergency?"...? To late I realize, to early does he. Words are thrown, completely unknown to me, for all I care about is what I perceive: A metal dart, aimed for your heart. I always thought you would be the one... looking downwards as I die. Polar opposite per usual. I'm better than Romeo, It's to late, but now you know. |