Oh the Irony, An Ode To Irony
Something nice from someone not so nice,
Happy things that distract you so much you become sad,
Liking someone leading to stress about liking them,
Not being able to breathe because you are on top of the world and the air is so very thin but you are still on top of the world, untouchable, unfathomably pleased.
Oh the irony.
A cursed and blessed and odd sensation of oxymoronic irony.
A beautiful twisted villain in the fate of star crossed lovers, but a gorgeous heroic Deus Ex Machina in the story of otherwise unparalleled lives
The demise from too much love-- ironic.
The accidental meet cute-- ironic.
It flips, it flops, but at the end of the day, nothing stops Irony,
She does what she wants.
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