End Scene
A call from the kingdom, no voicemail please
Dining at Your table, won’t resist a single delicacy
You’re the director; I am the star of Your movie
It’s not pride, P.S. I’m Yours truly
Memorizing the script; every take, You move me
Lights, camera, action, Your blood birthed the attraction
No smoke, no mirrors, every single piece -
Was the original capture, written like a symphony
If your love is take one, I'll die to myself
You can find me in the credits of the end scene
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