*Though it may not have been as beautiful as I imagined
The day we watched the world end was my favorite
You painted the scenery and I sang you limericks
Our hearts never could understand society
I think this was the moment we were waiting for
A place where there were no more expectations
As the fires waged, your brush strokes replied
Every shout and cry could be replaced by another line
I know some may not understand,
But there really isn’t much to
There hasn't been such a simple existence
We had each other, and that was all we needed
Just as Nero played the lyre while watching Rome burn
You and I created on the day the world ended*
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
*Though it may not have been as beautiful as I imagined
The day we watched the world end was my favorite
You painted the scenery and I sang you limericks
Our hearts never could understand society
I think this was the moment we were waiting for
A place where there were no more expectations
As the fires waged, your brush strokes replied
Every shout and cry could be replaced by another line
I know some may not understand,
But there really isn’t much to
There hasn't been such a simple existence
We had each other, and that was all we needed
Just as Nero played the lyre while watching Rome burn
You and I created on the day the world ended*
Happy World Poetry Day! :-)
