You're signals are confusing,
An answer is no where to be seen,
These actions you're choosing,
I don't know what they mean.
The way you stretched out to me,
Your moves brought paralysis,
I didn't know how I was supposed to be,
What should I make of this?
The re-encounter is on the way,
What will be born of this relation,
The color is blurred in gray,
But we are eclipsing in conversation.
The days are counting down,
Until we meet once more,
I admit, around you it's hard to frown,
But what is left in store?
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