Gazing through my memorabilia,
Owned by that guy in the past.
Who triggered my love o'phobia,
Whom I used imagining to trust.
I glance one last time to the unfortunate memories,
Tragic love made me believe to reality.
Tragic love took away my eternity.
One last chance laid to tease.
Years and years came until I bid my fears,
Stepping forward, eyes on floor…
I knocked by the gothic door,
It opened slowly and came rushing tears…
I am staring at a ghost's eyes,
Faded love slapped me so hard.
I don't know the man who in front of me lies,
I asked, "Where's my man? "
He thud the door and yelled,
"He's gone! Heavens napped my son in waiting for his beloved! "
His beloved who ignored his last chance…
I gasped, glued to the floor, tears dashed, and I ran.
I ran away from the reality,
That I took away his last chance,
Which I thought is mine, my last chance,
But I can't get history back in infinity.
He's gone…
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