On a night of fate,
a celestial being manifested,
a set of golden optics,
Shared a moment with a set of blue.
Shaking metacarpus,
soft against an elated visage.
two minds, two bodies.
two souls, two mates.
Breaths of desperation,
words wrapped around a vascular piece,
Forcing them to stay,
not to say. No; never to say.
the stars are crossed,
a with held fate,
Forbidden to love,
a censored verse, a poet corraled.
Began a word of truth,
Hold it dear to our souls,
and letting go will never be,
on a night of fate.
Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 8:30 PM UTC
On a night of fate,
a celestial being manifested,
a set of golden optics,
Shared a moment with a set of blue.
Shaking metacarpus,
soft against an elated visage.
two minds, two bodies.
two souls, two mates.
Breaths of desperation,
words wrapped around a vascular piece,
Forcing them to stay,
not to say. No; never to say.
the stars are crossed,
a with held fate,
Forbidden to love,
a censored verse, a poet corraled.
Began a word of truth,
Hold it dear to our souls,
and letting go will never be,
on a night of fate.
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