in an awkward state of shame
in the eyes of sorrow and pain
in the utmost fallacy
centered an inevitable tragedy
black and white they played the roles
worlds apart that they know
desires and promises fueled the show
on a summer morning
down fell snow
they placed their hearts on fate that day
a year passed like snow on sleigh
they played with their futures on hand
oh fate demanded the year to fade
like an amateur play
a day that year was a bullet train
like a carousel on an inverted plane
fittingly an adolescent's game
upon a word the play is dead
so is the game.
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