On my 59th laps I collapse,
My heart no longer flutters a sound,
Saying that he is breathtaking would be too idealistic,
But saying that he is not perfect would be realistic,
Quietly I think about my past,
The actors that I have recently casted,
Many have played the part,
Originality is now rehearsed,
In another life I have been cursed,
Stuck between loving and leaving,
Wondering if our past love is worth retrieving,
Simplistic we were before complication was sprinkled over our mind's,
Our love was past silly pick-up lines,
In Africa I was your fertile land,
In Ethiopia we prayed together,
On Mars we were aliens, born of a foreign tongue,
On Earth our vowels silently hung,
In my head we danced,
In reality you have lost your final Chance.
 
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