Fourteenth

I used to be a façade Only inches away from entropy But at such randomness and without delve You who once was an instance Became the love of of my non-spectated existence Nimble and fierce The ride went in rippled and dribbled But in me was that stillness and bond Then I know it was real with no folly or fond The future unbeknownst Yet in reality we are facing it head on Fate lucid and life constantly in retrospect We are still here; may it be weeping or joyful Time on end, we are still here draped in tulle This our so called FOURTEENTH Not wishing on extravagance or less of a whirlwind But only longing for our demons reconciled It’s a milestone for you but a dream come true for me And of all my battles, you’re the only who ought me to be free.