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Geometric Love
Let's count from one to ten,
And then, we will forget it all.
Negativity,
It is the first thing we feel,
When we meet for the first time,
Look at each other.
Positivity,
It is the thought we recall,
As the days befall and we are,
Closer to each other.
Relationship, such a beautiful thing,
And we have been craving so long,
To find someone.
Love, this feeling from other world,
We come close in search of and us,
Our feelings are one.
Straight line, represents our love,
Untangled and pure, our belief & trust.
Triangle, forms a new edge,
Broken and rusty, creates a new thrust.
Rectangle, looking for new hope,
Twisted and depraved, rooted in distrust.
Shaping now, different objects,
Pentagon, hexagon, heptagon, octagon,
And then, it goes on and on.
You know, what I have been going through,
You know, what I will go through.
I know, what you have been going through,
I know, what you will go through.
Repeating this cycle again and again,
again and again, again and again.
We go round and round,
Till we fall apart.
If I could see through my own heart,
Maybe then it would be more comforting.
If we are playthings at our own hands,
Let us smile & see if we are still bleeding.
This view worth risking lives,
Is now dwelling in my eyes.
In this world of depravity,
And meaningless hesitation,
Should I try to find a purpose to live?
A lonely death is all that's left,
Envy & freedom, turned into a bottomless pit.
And then, we will forget it all.
Negativity,
It is the first thing we feel,
When we meet for the first time,
Look at each other.
Positivity,
It is the thought we recall,
As the days befall and we are,
Closer to each other.
Relationship, such a beautiful thing,
And we have been craving so long,
To find someone.
Love, this feeling from other world,
We come close in search of and us,
Our feelings are one.
Straight line, represents our love,
Untangled and pure, our belief & trust.
Triangle, forms a new edge,
Broken and rusty, creates a new thrust.
Rectangle, looking for new hope,
Twisted and depraved, rooted in distrust.
Shaping now, different objects,
Pentagon, hexagon, heptagon, octagon,
And then, it goes on and on.
You know, what I have been going through,
You know, what I will go through.
I know, what you have been going through,
I know, what you will go through.
Repeating this cycle again and again,
again and again, again and again.
We go round and round,
Till we fall apart.
If I could see through my own heart,
Maybe then it would be more comforting.
If we are playthings at our own hands,
Let us smile & see if we are still bleeding.
This view worth risking lives,
Is now dwelling in my eyes.
In this world of depravity,
And meaningless hesitation,
Should I try to find a purpose to live?
A lonely death is all that's left,
Envy & freedom, turned into a bottomless pit.
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