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All it takes is one ill-timed, ill-suited gentleman to wind up in a mess
A mess of raw emotions that you just recently subdued about before
Before when you swore that you wouldn’t find yourself susceptible
Susceptible to that beautiful smile, the warm hug and all the laughs
Laughs that flow naturally even at a fleeting thought of his warmth
Warmth that he gives so casually and carelessly without reprieve
Reprieve because it isn’t our time, no it’s their time, can’t he see?
See the anguish he dooms us to in a time to come, a time of tears
Tears of separation, of loss, of heartbreak, of falling to weakness
Weakness of the flesh, of the mind, of emotions, hope, and letting go
Letting go of love, pleasure, happiness and joy for a compromise
Compromise of passion, of talks, of now, of us and our ill-fated future
Future that can never be, for long before i came, there was a choice
Choice of a life, a hope, a family. A constant that holds true to now
Now ,with an ill-timed encounter, an ill-suited gentleman and a mess.