Stumbled into a beautiful mess cause tired of playing dominoes,
a rough start that made us both filthy players playing solos.
Months of numbness pulled us closer,
Pity us now, turned us to stranger.
Oh so red the days we locked us in the mirage garden,
Never knew the flowers on my head would be a burden.
The olive eyes I always searched to stare,
But the head rush made me to glare.
Started from the thousand years anthem,
now stuck with the Singularity poem.
The seesaw of right and wrong was played until the pivot broke,
Oh look! It made me choke.
The perplexity ending less than a tremor,
The detachment was more than a wonder.
Our memories will always be red so red, that makes me blush,
The toxicity never overpowered the good, so don't want to flush.
The chariot card fell from the lovers deck,
And Seven of wands was pulled out in the end.
