When I met you, butterflies
Were flying away from me. I
Saw the innocence
And knew something will
Happen.
Chaos.
What could be life
If you were
Never part of it ? And to
That question,
Answer cannot be given out
So freely
Chaotic.
Two years spread apart like
A falling tree. You were always
Here to entertain me. What
Have I done, to a general life,
To get something as beautiful as
You ?
Chaotism.
You make hotter my
Calmly blood with words
Yet spoken. Coffee skinned and
Genius smart, you are ahead
Than most before me.
So this to you I dare
Ask : are you friend or
Foe ?
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