Through the curtains of smoke, I caught his expression
To stand by me or to just be a bystander, is his dialemma
A stranger in my life, yet one who made me smile about myself
Wonders happen, feelings happen and we exist, and so we exist
Like life in a dilapidated house, like a single morsal of ambrosia in poison potion
He came from nowhere and defined himself everywhere, how could it happen?
But when it happens, no one knows, not even him, not even me. It happens. It happened
The gravest truth about this relation is, it will remain in the grave. So alive and beautiful.
And this flamboyant fiction is stranger than any other truth in my life
All I remember is the fable of a sad princess who finally smiled in her life, :) !
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