Let us write our names together
In a yellow crisp of paper,
With the blue ink from your heart
And decorate it with glitter.
We play the game of flames,
Unfold what we could be.
In the future are we lovers?
Or could I be your enemy?
Maybe we'll remain as friends
And soon turn into acquaintance,
Or we could get married in the end
Reaping sweetness in abundance.
We'll start by crossing out letters
Both present in our names.
Like setting aside differences,
And counting our common claims.
Then sum up the vowels and consonants
Let the burning flames ignite.
Counting from the letter F to S,
Wishing our futures would be bright.
And the blessing from the stars
Has been bestowed upon us.
We were destined to be lovers!
Let's hope our love would last.
But should I trust a childhood game?
Could it be possible that it's true?
If the future it predicted,
Was only a foolishness to you?
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Mosaic Heart
Poetry"Unbroken but crystallized Into a million pieces - Behold! My heart." These are the pieces assembling my mosaic heart - some in the shape of sharp betrayal and jagged hopelessness; some in the shade of crimson lies and deep blue loneliness. They're...
