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It was all simple words, playful at best,
Simple words, possibly playful in nature.
So the story starts
Introduction to the story.
Who am I to say that she's missing out on anything worth effort these days?
Questioning the narrator's authority to judge someone missing out on valuable experiences.
She lays in an empty room, unconscious, as the day passes her by.
Describing someone lying unconscious in an empty room, time passing unnoticed.
(That's not all)
Introducing additional information.
Right away, we fell in into each other head first,
Expressing a swift connection, falling into each other headfirst.
Not even the shallow sign could stop it when our souls hit.
Despite warnings (shallow sign), the connection deepens when souls collide.
Now its up to us to keep this strong
Responsibility to maintain the strength of the connection.
Little did we know that it planted, something that would tear us apart.
Unaware that the initial connection planted something destructive.
The miles start to hurt,
Physical distance becomes emotionally painful.
The days begin to kill,
The passage of time becomes agonizing.
It's all in your eyes,
Intense emotions reflected in the eyes.
It's the smell of your smoke perfume,
A specific scent associated with memories.
Soon love turns to lust, then back to,
Love transforms into lust and eventually fades away.
Nothing nothing.
Everything ends up as nothing.
My hands fall all over you, not one moment goes to waste,
Expressing physical intimacy with urgency and appreciation of time.
This room turns to fire,
The intensity of emotions transforms the room metaphorically.
I wont let go.
Determined not to let go despite challenges.
Right away, we fell in into each other head first,
Reiteration of the deep and immediate connection.
Not even the shallow sign could stop it when our souls hit.
Continuation of the description of the profound connection overcoming obstacles.
It was all simple words playful at best, so the story ends
Revisiting the initial simplicity, signaling the end of the story.
I felt the world in you the way you made time change.
Feeling the impact of the other person, influencing the narrator's perception of time.
You got away with murder.
Metaphorically getting away with something significant, possibly harmful.
This is not with just raw emotion,
Emphasizing that the emotions are not just raw but complex.
From the hands of a man,
Attributing the emotional turmoil to the actions of a man.
Soon love turns to lust then back into a killer.
The cyclical nature of love, transforming from love to lust and eventually becoming destructive.
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