For now, let's say I'm a realist I don't believe...I know I know how things work and the way they flow I see how things fit together and when they don't What I KNOW to be true can only be changed by Science And that's not including theory at its finest Love to a realist is nothing but feeling A lust that makes you crazy according to popular dealings What goes up Must come down As one smiles They cast away frowns That's just the way it is Or so I thought until I met Cire (Sīyêr) Cire was tall And apparently trips people cuz Id be one of many who'd fall I know time can't stop but I experienced its stall Cire, as a fantasist did it all He twisted time and emotion As if one could believe in love's lustful potion I couldn't hold myself together Anymore than a dried up feather They say birds of a feather flock together But my flock flocked elsewhere when I hit stormy weather I needed them to bring me home but apparently I shed my feathers and grew wingsAll Rights Reserved
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