how helpless we are in this game;
the blind, unseen truth lies beneath.
unforshadowed and unexpected,
then hidden and suppressed
these uncontrollable feelings raging through me.
suprising it came so
but came as smooth as the sun rises.
the surest thing to be ever known
this love we have
is helpless.
a battle, of which one can seemingly not care the most
but this strategy eludes us.
for the love we have gaps vast bounds
stretches far beyond the eye could ever see
its more than mere words could ever write or speak
the memories of us so intimiate i do not even speak
i wish for the memory to be mine and only mine for me to enjoy
my helpless love.
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