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A casual meeting, a simple scene.
a stolen glance, a whispered word,
A spark ignited a connection, an intimacy
so intense the moment was, they never recovered.
inspired by a quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald.
I still cling to a small childish dream,
that in this vast sinking ship of a world.
There is someone out there, completely, utterly,
only and absolutely destined for me.

And when we meet the sun and stars will sigh,
a cosmic whisper for everything to hear,
in a chorus of exasperated relief—
"At last!"
inspired by a quote I read a long while ago. I can't remember the person who quoted it, but it hit a certain part of my brain that I can't seem to forget it.
I did not get to know the sun;
Or the moon when the day is done.
I did not get to know the breeze;
I bet it makes people feel at ease.

How does it feel to be warm or cold?
Why do trees change colors when they get old?
But it is okay—I am at peace,
I understand your choice at least.

I tell you this because I know I can't stay;
I was too soon, the both of you cannot sway.
The motions of your young adult life;
Your dreams of a family, as husband and wife.

I just have one wish, Mommy, Daddy—
Please, don't forget about me.
Though my life was brief, let love remain;
Live my life, full of love, not pain.
Truth be told I cannot tell
why people, each and all still fail
to see the twinge, the strain of their neighbors bear,
blinded by prejudice and leaders they declare?
Broken lyrics, I can not speak the words,
crushed poets, hope and love, long lost.
An explosion of the soul, effectively blurred,
why do you restrict me so?

Salvation, from the start was for naught,
caught in a trap, enticed by which I sought.
Lust, Greed and Pride, trinity reigned,
in your heart, nothing else is contained.
Break the mold,
leave conformity behind
Bring total obliteration
to the fear of individuality.

Follow what makes your blood boil
Go ahead and set fire to your very soul
For in the ashes of your humdrum remains
Lies a new god—bent under your control
I burned my tongue once
praising the saints of Men,
For they have provided but a scarlet letter
to the strongest of sexes.
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