Past
Your eyes were a web and I was a fly.
I was willing to be consumed, but you didn't even try.
For that, I thank you,
And one, I owe you.
Not a single page turned but the book has ended.
Not a word uttered, not a voice wasted.
For that, I thank you.
And one, I owe you.
Fate may set our feet to the same street, might share the same seat, I wish your beauty wouldn't fleet, but please don't make me feel the same beat.
If that, I would thank you.
I know you owe me too.
