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Fuck you Corona
- //This is dedicated to the girl I could never be with
- //because of the COVID 19 parted us
- //Stay the fuck home
- Hey yo, let's see where the beat takes me
- I saw her at the airport wearing maroon and blue,
- got her earphones on, look at her, "Hey, nice to meet you"
- "I am 2D, we study in the same damn school", She said, "who?",
- I'm the dude who would be crazy for you
- in a couple of months, raise up a whole fucking seminar
- and a game called web hunt just to get his own text through
- Gather up a whole crew, null chapter, get you to a server
- room, act clever with Ubuntu
- You said yes when I asked you out,
- now I had to impress, not act like an ass kissing clown
- like a game of chess you were playing hard to get,
- I played the game of chance, all out, flirt charade
- What's happening to me? I thought to myself
- I couldn't even if I tried, sleeping by twelve
- Can't turn my mind off, this is addictive as hell
- I need some counseling to get rid of my stress
- I'm losing my breath before I can digest my carbs
- if I picture yet another silhouette of hers
- thank you internet, hope I don't catch the virus
- or spit on it while I'm killing it, making it worse
- Kept going to the shrink just for the thrill of it
- she's perfect, can't get enough of it
- I can either be afraid or pen a phrase tell her that I've fallen and
- expect her to love me back, Do I deserve that or should I
- drown like Jack
- Dawson!
- my roommate thinks I am on crack, awesome and I am!
- made of porcelain, broken and invisible,
- like Nemo's dorsal fin
- if she texted me, I'd come horsing in even from Rosedale
- the coronavirus came,
- Had to leave the hostel and evacuate!
- they said, got no time to wait
- Had to tell her how I felt, but I'm too late
- 24 hours with her at the airport food sales
- 24 hours later I feel like aglet on a shoelace
- It's been a month since I saw her the last time
- Take me back to the night we spent talking under the moonlight
- on that bench outside the airport for hours
- At 5 in the morning, we had to board the flight
- She seemed off and sour,
- I asked her if everything's alright and she replied,
- "don't worry about me, I am just fine".
- It's funny how my thoughts are so intertwined
- with her, just like our fingers on that plane while
- Drawing two sides of an inverted eight representing infinite
- We met at the middle of the loop
- As she smiled from the aisle
- Talking about how in a billion year pursuit
- our lives will cross paths one more time
- Neither of us wanted to let go the next day,
- Don't tell me that you didn't feel the same way, it was clear as day
- Both of us prayed for the plane to be delayed
- or have our luggage be late
- or never even arrive at the state
- I remember every single detail
- I could see the freckles on your face, I knew you were stressed
- couldn't even look at the license plate when you left,
- my eyes were wet
- Then you came back to my place, girl you're a solid 10
- No words said, don't mean to pressure you
- but the tension in the room,
- I'm sure you have must felt
- you couldn't explain your happiness, not to mention even our pulses matched!
- All this and now I'm a mess
- pause
- You see when you spend your time
- with someone you've built up so much in your mind
- You are blinded by the image of her being this divine creature,
- you just want to see each other together,
- you can't decide if you are in love or you're just high
- You just want to be with her until your last ride
- ...
- Felt like a Velociraptor asking for a chicken wing
- but miss I'm the Joker of Alaskan origin,
- you can be my Harley Quinn and if you like Arab so much
- you can be the Jasmine to my Alladin,
- or shoot me in the head and turn me into the carcass of Bin Laden
- Loop
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