just so our eyes won't meet
our bodies won't touch
our hearts won't skip
bathed under the sea of sound
syncopation, leaps and unpredictability - a rebel,
a warm crowd
subject, and the distractions
we hope to be drowned
boy you have no idea
my gargantuan thoughts of the romantic
how they engulf one like a tidal wave
boiled under this lid of a pot
my treasures to be kept but found overflown
just like how we gain,
and loose control
my subconscious was called
none other by you -
and all supported courses of distraction
wish I was the one
standing next to you
in that poor formed curved line
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