Bodies like magnets, some force kept pulling us,
Back and forth, we resisted and gave in all at once.
That slow moment made sense but unfortunately,
Her topsy turvy ways made him go round.
Girl, if only you could have seen,
That boy’s wanting for your cobwebs and tales.
His heart was willing to take a chance on your madness,
A chance of getting hurt, he knew.
She carved a percentage of failure into a stone,
Without even giving him a chance to plant the seed.
Only by planting the seed will someone know,
The future that seed holds, life or death.
The label of failure was given,
And now they both move on separately.
They will see each other’s faces again,
He will act the usual, she will smile, all pretend?
