A pair of twos met,
under the summer sun;
Inside bleak tables,
conversing endless fun.
Merrily drunk with acquaintances;
I noticed your gaze.
Brushed it off as coincidence;
I couldn't escape.
In secret we rendezvous;
Exchanging other people's affair who knew?
This island became smaller;
I had already met you.
Fast as a comet,
we burned bright and fast;
Thought it was real,
the stone became ash.
Our stars didn't align its true,
I was the Earth and you were the Sky;
Ill-fated chance,
I bid adieu, goodbye.
Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 1:21 AM UTC
A pair of twos met,
under the summer sun;
Inside bleak tables,
conversing endless fun.
Merrily drunk with acquaintances;
I noticed your gaze.
Brushed it off as coincidence;
I couldn't escape.
In secret we rendezvous;
Exchanging other people's affair who knew?
This island became smaller;
I had already met you.
Fast as a comet,
we burned bright and fast;
Thought it was real,
the stone became ash.
Our stars didn't align its true,
I was the Earth and you were the Sky;
Ill-fated chance,
I bid adieu, goodbye.
written on 04/19/2024
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