brimming with brilliance.
You strike me again,
again, again.
Stunningly so,
and left with no reply.
But I'm not the only one.
Peculiarly eccentric,
such workings in tandem,
nothing short of exhilarating.
Yet I sit by,
taking numbers,
grasping at straws,
helplessly waiting,
albeit with immeasurable optimism.
With no clue,
and a wisp of bad timing,
I string myself on.
Yet, I'm happy;
you might have a lead now,
and I shan't be selfish.
After all,
you are still my friend first.
Although I would like otherwise.
Flashed Junk Mind -
Milky Chance
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