Love.

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Where was it?
When was it?
Why was it?
How was it?

You asked, wonder and ponder,
Alone— clutching your phone.

Where does it starts?
Rewind,
Reverse back to when it might.
Contact,
Your eyes,
His deep black— jet black eyes.
Once.
It didn't trigger.
Twice,
That was weird but sometimes nice.
Thrice,
Awkward— what a dice.
Again,
Again,
Again,
And again.

Curiousity,
That pulls,
Weird— his hyphy,
Somehow pulls.
Why was it?
Am i that dull?
Like a magnet that's pulling
The opposing side— a call.
Certainly, it kills,
The cat, it is.
Curiousity got the best of me,
Whilst it may be changing a part of me,
I'm watching,
Staring,
Peeking,
Not stalking.

A fear that i got,
When i heard the news,
Coming from my iron ingot,
Information they got.

No chances as I saw,
The two somehow so—
Everlasting which I know,
I won't in any way before.

For now as I know,
What was true and what was wrong,
If you like, you'll chase or steal,
When it's already had a meal.
But if you love you will see,
You will let it go if he's happy.

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