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64 lines. L.S.D (loved so deeply)
- the opportunity keeps eludin’ me continuously,
- a eulogy of ruined dreams dissolvin’ me acoustically,
- stars stitched in crooked scripts across celestial uncertainty,
- carvin’ fractures through our fate like astral surgery internally.
- behold the divine design where dimensions drift and fracture,
- spirits split through prismed light in time’s collapsing chapter.
- you held onto every “what if” like it meant survival,
- while reality rewrote our names into forgotten cycles.
- inside recursive paradigms where lost time breeds repetition,
- every memory a prison in a looped out soft condition.
- the connection was reflection from a wreckage born illusion,
- a spectral fed deception wrapped in cosmic distribution.
- i mapped the sky to find the scars where we were meant to merge,
- but the universe rerouted every line inside the surge.
- parallel existences erased by silent interference,
- love reduced to distant echoes through celestial coherence.
- but fate glitched.
- the gate split.
- and timelines fractured different.
- now i’m conversin’ with the remnants in a grey lit system.
- chemistry with ghosts that linger in emotional detention,
- where every thought repeats itself in broken comprehension.
- i replay timelines like echoes trapped in fading cassette decay,
- your voice still hauntin’ every chamber that my chest displays.
- the prospect of your presence turned to pressure and distortion,
- a phantom coded in the fabric of a dream I couldn’t portion.
- me and you was a maybe but the stars shifted evasive,
- now i’m drivin’ through infinity where everything’s invasive.
- romantic connections became distant reflected versions,
- from alternate realities where we made correct convergences.
- i missed the chance while planets bent beyond perception’s reach,
- now I drift through all the “could’ve been” that time forgot to teach.
- the burden of comparison tears seams inside the spirit,
- every road I travel folds your silhouette near it.
- the union collapsed beautifully —symmetry turned mutiny,
- fate once sang in harmony, now moves in dissonant immunity.
- still I channel broken stress into blessings in disguise,
- while constellations spell my name then erase it from the skies.
- timelines frayin’ at the edges of a fractured written fate,
- cherished “maybes” now the gravestones of what I couldn’t create.
- your absence hangs above my thoughts like storms in silent orbit,
- a cosmic weight I learned to wear but never could distort it.
- a catastrophe of silence coded deep within my marrow,
- turnin’ every hopeful sunrise into something far more narrow.
- i’m haunted by the possibility we never reached ascension,
- every sentence I release feels suspended in tension.
- a flamboyant flow from a soul that never found its grounding,
- still writin’ love inside a void where time keeps echo drowning.
- now i speak through static drift of collapsed dimensional layering,
- your silhouette still flickers in fragments I keep praying in.
- the stars never hated us —they only changed alignment,
- leavin’ me to translate heartbreak into sacred assignment.
- i drift through midnight corridors of fractured recollection,
- where every thought becomes a vault of your exact reflection.
- my pen bleeds supernovas, solar grief and shattered aeons,
- while lonely constellations fade like stories no one leans on.
- the windshield catches moonlight like liquid silver sorrow,
- each road dissolves into the shape of never birthed tomorrows.
- forever folded in a moment’s breathless slow extinction,
- turnin’ pain into precision —lyrical reconstruction.
- so if another universe exists beyond perception’s prison,
- let there be a version of us untouched by this collision.
- cause here the opportunity became a ghost I can’t recover,
- just stars in my lungs, scars in my tongue, and poems for no lover.
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