The Forsaken Paradigm

Until the satire makes you happy, Until the exhaustion seems glossy, You need to prove it somehow, That you are not unknown anymore now! Until the feelings hit hard on your chest, Until a stranger can hold your waist, Until an unknown can call you by your surname, Until you play something that does not look like a game; Until you are jealous of some stranger, Until you know that you are a pretender, Until you kill someone with their attitude, You and I are friends with undeniable aptitude; Both you and I are dazzling and chilling like spring, With eyes that gleam and minds that softly sing. Those sweetest words gazing upon the skyline, A promise made in silence - "Your heart is forever mine." Both of us are now waiting to meet in the sublime, Our fate is a mysterious, yet forsaken paradigm. You smile more and be happy when I am around, Draw your kiss on my forehead until we are unbound.