Time Has Chosen Fate
You are much like a ghost,
haunting my soul,
and consuming it whole,
Which is why my soul constantly yearns for you.
Within and without, I am mad about you.
You coexist on different plains,
but for lengthy instances you cannot remain,
though you still unearth the means to drive me insane,
but I don't mind at all;
on my soul, you have an irrefutable call.
For my soul you sustain,
so for now, may your love rain;
in due time, we shall face again.
It may feel strange,
but our position is due to change.
Once all clocks strike L.O.V.E, togetherness is what we shall obtain.
You seep deep within the crevices of me,
therefore, for you, only,
shall I allow this subsistence to be.
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