Peril.

So there we were,

Hands upon the waves, glazing over the luminescence of fragile beings.

You twirled me and made me laugh; it had been ages since I laughed;

Freely, that is.

Something tells me, you were on a mission. 

And I, was a distraction. 

I wasn't meant to be a part of your story.

Nor were you, in mine.

Yet, there we were,

Dancing among star dust and rain.

Toes in the sand, we saw the world burn anew.

You called me closer, and the closer I saw you, the more I knew.

We were not where we were meant to be.

Yet, there we were.

This poem is about: 
Me
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