starcrossed
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Dear sweet and putrid Flower
I find myself riveted by your solitude.
And there is no better method for passing the day
In this jail-cell we call freedom
Fleeting lights like fireflies brighten the darkness
With hissing booms set to destruction
The ship at edge to heighten, Woes.
We cry for we are lost.
In a world that does not want us.
I’m Yin and he’s Yang
Juxtaposed
Conflicting
Never meant to touch
I’m his light and he’s my dark
Distant
Separate
Never meant to meet
I’m his love and he’s my hate
