Time forgets the beginning. Always blaming the eyes

Clouding the mind, intent on disguise. Saying love is blind

And truth is stranger than fiction. Bound by design

Now a slave to decision

It only takes a fraction, to notice. I’m no longer the focus

We’re losing attraction. With movements failing, trusting intuition

Instead of making decisions. To end this, Attraction

Desire consumes all control, within this instance

When lust feels like a gun to the head, I keep my distance

For how much longer, shall we remain? It’s becoming a game

Immune to resistance