We started in one point, until we flew our way into a straight line. We hold hands and joined, like stars in the sky that just aligned. But things came to disjoint, after we realized we're choked when twined. This must be the endpoint, of our spiraling world that once shined. My heart was destroyed, and left there hanging on a thick brown vine. But I hope you enjoyed, the matter of time that you become mine. So now, I'll wish on a coin, and throw it upon a fountain of signs. hoping we could go back together even in a square one.