I’ll blame this on timing,
Another day and you’d have been mine.
This feeling’s a cancer, terminal, but slow.
Tell me another story, we won’t call it a lie.
These fairy tales are breaking my heart.
Emotions started climbing,
As our heart’s intertwined.
But your passion prematurely plateaued,
By the time you departed my thighs.
Our love affair over, before it could start.
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