Unfortunately blessed
with bleeding hips and pink lips.
Nothing but gravity to
break our fall.

Even the ground we walk on
split apart to show us,
that our hearts are mended
to love but one.

An eternity of courts and palaces,
cannot prove that we are wrong,
yet their stained glasses say,
that we will never happen.

I wish with every part of me,
that we could race and find ourselves
untouched by the society's settlements.
But they brought us up.

And now we have chosen
never to let our rays touch,
we only watch each others light from afar,
hoping that we'd be recognized as a constellation.