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Labyrinth

Arthur Miller John

Wellknown Ace
She didn’t enter my life—
she barged in, uninvited, unapologetic,
a wildfire disguised as a girl.
One moment she was a stranger,
the next, she was the pulse my days moved to.

She was trouble wrapped in a smirk,
a brat with a heartbeat too honest to hate.
Good—almost painfully good—
yet beautiful in a way that made the world stare
and arrogant in a way that made me stare harder.

And me?
I dropped my ego for her.
Every message, every call,
every attempt to reach her—
those were pieces of me I never gave anyone.

She saw that,
saw the way I tried,
saw the way I chose her
even on the days she didn’t choose me.

And still…
one day the conversations died.
Silence replaced everything.
No explanation, no closure—
just a sudden emptiness where she used to exist.

She knew.
She noticed.
She understood.
But she still let the distance win.

We don’t talk now…
and I still find myself wondering
why silence became our last shared language...
 
She didn’t enter my life—
she barged in, uninvited, unapologetic,
a wildfire disguised as a girl.
One moment she was a stranger,
the next, she was the pulse my days moved to.

She was trouble wrapped in a smirk,
a brat with a heartbeat too honest to hate.
Good—almost painfully good—
yet beautiful in a way that made the world stare
and arrogant in a way that made me stare harder.

And me?
I dropped my ego for her.
Every message, every call,
every attempt to reach her—
those were pieces of me I never gave anyone.

She saw that,
saw the way I tried,
saw the way I chose her
even on the days she didn’t choose me.

And still…
one day the conversations died.
Silence replaced everything.
No explanation, no closure—
just a sudden emptiness where she used to exist.

She knew.
She noticed.
She understood.
But she still let the distance win.

We don’t talk now…
and I still find myself wondering
why silence became our last shared language...
:sarcasm:
 
She didn’t enter my life—
she barged in, uninvited, unapologetic,
a wildfire disguised as a girl.
One moment she was a stranger,
the next, she was the pulse my days moved to.

She was trouble wrapped in a smirk,
a brat with a heartbeat too honest to hate.
Good—almost painfully good—
yet beautiful in a way that made the world stare
and arrogant in a way that made me stare harder.

And me?
I dropped my ego for her.
Every message, every call,
every attempt to reach her—
those were pieces of me I never gave anyone.

She saw that,
saw the way I tried,
saw the way I chose her
even on the days she didn’t choose me.

And still…
one day the conversations died.
Silence replaced everything.
No explanation, no closure—
just a sudden emptiness where she used to exist.

She knew.
She noticed.
She understood.
But she still let the distance win.

We don’t talk now…
and I still find myself wondering
why silence became our last shared language...
Sometimes people drift, even when the bond was strong. That’s just how life works.
 
She didn’t enter my life—
she barged in, uninvited, unapologetic,
a wildfire disguised as a girl.
One moment she was a stranger,
the next, she was the pulse my days moved to.

She was trouble wrapped in a smirk,
a brat with a heartbeat too honest to hate.
Good—almost painfully good—
yet beautiful in a way that made the world stare
and arrogant in a way that made me stare harder.

And me?
I dropped my ego for her.
Every message, every call,
every attempt to reach her—
those were pieces of me I never gave anyone.

She saw that,
saw the way I tried,
saw the way I chose her
even on the days she didn’t choose me.

And still…
one day the conversations died.
Silence replaced everything.
No explanation, no closure—
just a sudden emptiness where she used to exist.

She knew.
She noticed.
She understood.
But she still let the distance win.

We don’t talk now…
and I still find myself wondering
why silence became our last shared language...
In fact, some people come into life like 'wildfires'—burning everything to ashes, then suddenly disappearing without any explanation. Leaving behind only emptiness.
Awesome Intelligence
 
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