Apocolypse

My love, is this world not like a coil?

Is it not hollow and dark?

With our love that shines as an ark,

While the ground begins to melt and boil?

And while we share these last macaroons

I hope to stay forever with you

Even if never again, the sky will be blue

Yet I know we’ll be safe in our little cocoon

For even if the light from this world is gone

And if we are miles apart

I’ll just remember you and I at the start

When the world was blossoming with everyone

When I bumped into at the market

And you smiled and said “Hi, I’m Scarlett…’

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Our world
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