In a matter of two seconds,
Your smile made me feel at home.
In a matter of two minutes,
Your ravishing laugh made me feel safe.
In a matter of two hours,
Your Personality pulled me in close.
In a matter of two days,
Your charm and charisma got me thinking.
In a matter of two weeks,
I feel hard for you.
Sadly scared, but true.
A matter of two weeks will do that to ya.
A matter of two weeks will make you think.
Thinking isn’t a fun game, but a game it is.
A matter of two weeks fucked me over.
And now I have to face change.
I never so much,
Liked change.
A waiting game of life.
A waiting game of chess pieces.
A waiting game, simply that.
Now two days,
48 hours not even.
A face of change, not 5 weeks but forever.
Damn, do I hate change and feelings.
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