A day long been forgotten
was the day our paths had crossed.
Back then, I was made of brittle bones
and smoke-filled lungs –
a parasitic host.
And you were a scratched mixtape,
glitched beyond repair –
a spectre of menace.
We became a tragic misadventure -
a meteor crash,
a numbing hailstorm,
a catastrophic shipwreck.
Safe, it was no longer.
I felt the ground crumble when
you left.
Our story had no rhythmic patterns
or ballad structures,
just a simply-written prose.
If only we had met today,
I, a blossoming daffodil in spring
and you, a picturesque landscape
But fate vehemently opposed.
Who else to blame for our love’s brevity
But time, the relentless enemy.
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 6:35 AM UTC
A day long been forgotten
was the day our paths had crossed.
Back then, I was made of brittle bones
and smoke-filled lungs –
a parasitic host.
And you were a scratched mixtape,
glitched beyond repair –
a spectre of menace.
We became a tragic misadventure -
a meteor crash,
a numbing hailstorm,
a catastrophic shipwreck.
Safe, it was no longer.
I felt the ground crumble when
you left.
Our story had no rhythmic patterns
or ballad structures,
just a simply-written prose.
If only we had met today,
I, a blossoming daffodil in spring
and you, a picturesque landscape
But fate vehemently opposed.
Who else to blame for our love’s brevity
But time, the relentless enemy.