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45 lines / L.S.D loved so deeply pt 2
- The opportunity keeps eludin’ me constantly,
- a eulogy of gloom and grief consumin’ me subconsciously.
- The stars aligned with harsh designs to scar the mind psychologically,
- wrote arcs in time that forced our lives apart astronomically.
- Look at the divine design —constellations intertwine,
- just to imprison different spirits in dimensions misaligned.
- You cherished every “what if” while the essence drifted sideways,
- inside a paradigm where lost time repeats in silent cycles.
- The connection was reflection from a section of a dead dream,
- a celestial deception in the texture of a fed scheme.
- I searched the stars to chart the path where our scars could coexist,
- inside parallel worlds where our hearts weren’t torn to bits.
- But fate glitched. I missed the opportunity bitterly —the gate shifted,
- shared chemistry with ghosts trapped in a state prison.
- Now every memory’s suspended in a gray system,
- where “maybe” is the only word replayed in my brain different.
- I replay timelines like tapes inside a fading cassette,
- where your name still echoes through the chambers inside my chest.
- The prospect of your presence turned to pressure and static,
- a phantom in the fabric of the future we imagined.
- Me and you was a maybe —but the stars acted shady,
- now I’m drivin’ through the rain while the world turns faded and grainy.
- Romantic connections became distant reflections,
- from another universe where we made the right selections.
- I missed the chance while the planets danced beyond reach,
- now I drift through remnants of what could’ve been in lost sleep.
- The burden of comparison tears holes through the spirit,
- cause every road I travel somehow leads back to your image.
- The union collapsed beautifully —mutiny in symmetry,
- fate usually favored me but lately moved differently.
- Still I express the stress as a blessing concealed in speech,
- while stars align above the ceiling just to spell defeat.
- The timeline’s frayin’ apart at the seams of reality,
- cherished “maybes” became gravestones of abandoned galaxies.
- Your absence hangs above my thoughts like storms over satellite seas,
- a cosmic catastrophe trapped in the back of me.
- I’m haunted by the possibility we never reached ascension,
- every sentence I write feels like suspended affection.
- A flamboyant flow from a soul left emotionally buried,
- still writing love letters to a future that never carried.
- Now I speak through the static of collapsed dimensions,
- where your silhouette flickers in fragmented reflections.
- The stars never hated us —they just changed positions,
- and left me alone translating pain into lyrical scriptures.
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