I have spent eternity searching for the red string that ties us Finger to finger, Atom to atom. Deeper than Mariana's trench Higher than the atmosphere
Our love was something they told stories of Too young to understand what heartbreak could ever be. Made songs about the yearning we felt for one another It was a fairytale. A bedtime story.
My dad used to tell me About dinosaurs and fables and kingdoms All stuff that I left once I fell asleep but I still don't know if I dreamt our fate up if we ever existed; in the same vicinity , in the same lifetime, in the same time frame.
Did i imagine the affection you reciprocated? Or was what my father taught me true? Getting too close would have it's consequences He, the sun I, foolish Icarus Plunging head first into the sea no lifeboat in sight.