Thursday, May 05, 2011

Of deaths and other things

The magic stays,
Even though you walked your own way,
I can still make the flowers bloom.
And you thought you were the only one who could, 

You truly felt I couldn’t touch you, 
My fingers can sift through the space time fabric, 
I learnt that trick,
While you tried to hide it 
In the blinding lights 
Of that stage of yours.

You sit through my show,
And laugh at my fallacy,
While I know I’m right.
I know I would get it this time.
You stand there like a prude,
Wishing I never knew you.
‘Cause I shall surpass you.

I will catch up…
Even when you scamper
Through that speedway you can’t die again on.

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