isn't it funny to think
that you could've been mine from the beginning?
everything we did, everything we said,
the days that i wanted you, deep down, in secret,
when you stared at me, like you could have wanted me,
just as much as i did.
when we started fading
into background characters of each other's lives,
i thought the wanting started to die,
but instead, did i like you, all this time?
you're spotlighted on every stage,
nobody could take away their eyes from you
so, will you meet me, backstage?
the lights flicker away,
i can feel your essence lingering on my face,
i wonder what it is,
how everything seems to works out in the end,
how we started to mend our broken souls,
how you never seem to disappear,
even when i thought you've left.
time always brings us back to the place we met.
all along,
it was meant to be.
all along,
forever was a promise
you intended to keep.
all along,
you could have loved me.
it's strange to think,
we saw each other as strangers within,
when all we needed was to allow
time to bring us back to the place we met.
