Riddle me this, lover.
It started with just a kiss.
Then we slipped.
Oh.
I love that.
See?
I loved it, before I met you.
This is who I am.
Now,
I'm falling for you.
It was supposed to be just a kiss.
Shhhhh
don't say that.
It'll be your face I miss.
Darling, darling, it was just a kiss.
How did it get so complicated?
Situations beyond our control;
damn it, damn it, damn it!
I've got the Ophelia curse.
Love is my loser's game.
[Author's Note: Please, please, please do not interpret this as applying to any situations that may be happening IRL. I am a FICTION writer. My inspiration comes from all over]
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