Your eyes,
I would say they are like tunnels,

leading into the unknown.
 

Your eyes,

I would say they are like windows,
zooming into my kaleidoscope. 

We are going to build a maze,
A maze where only lovers get trapped.
"How do they exit?"

I'm sorry,
This circumstance doesn't exist.

Gaze the maze you left behind

I tried to leave space in between the bold lines you constructed,

trying not to melt any of the cold walls you built.

It wasn't easy you already knew,

but you never wondered how did I find my way out.

Drawing lines in

a gradually diminishing pattern,

I no longer feel the pressure of completing,

I couldn't hear the tick-tocks,

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I found out there's no need to measure my life

by the unit of time

Please wait as

You'll eventually see

the inward kinks compose into

beautiful motifs.