My love never would have worked
You are a citizen of a thriving city;
I wander ancient ruins, a lost historian.
My love never would have worked
You are a doorway to divine light;
I am the serpent cast out to be burned.
My love never would have worked
You are the dream of an innocent child;
I am a corrupt soul’s final breath on earth.
I wish my love could have worked
You were the journey, and I was the road;
We smiled together while travelers passed.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 8:59 AM UTC
My love never would have worked
You are a citizen of a thriving city;
I wander ancient ruins, a lost historian.
My love never would have worked
You are a doorway to divine light;
I am the serpent cast out to be burned.
My love never would have worked
You are the dream of an innocent child;
I am a corrupt soul’s final breath on earth.
I wish my love could have worked
You were the journey, and I was the road;
We smiled together while travelers passed.
