They say that the world was built for two,
Someone made for me and someone made for you.
But I think the universe gets in the way sometimes,
Alters time if it thinks it's wise.
Like the sun and moon – lovers separated
and now bitter for each other, rich with hatred,
with angry heat and empty glowing
they choke the world in attempt of coping.
But you see I think they aren't so far apart.
Every night, for her lover, the sun leaves her art.
Ribbons of ruby red and fireballs tied up in string,
All in the hopes to lessen reality's sting.
And the moon leaves his mark too,
His breathe mingles as the morning dew,
His cold touch leaves handprints in the air,
So she knows her lover has heard her prayer.
Today I miss my love,
Gazing as I do from above.
It's not the same without his pale eyes,
Lit up with his delicately pale disguise.
Tonight I miss my love,
Gazing as I do from above.
It's not the same without her fiery eyes,
Lit up with her intensely hot disguise.
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My Own Tangle of Thorns
Poetry'Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.' I have always loved this quote. I have always loved Lolita. How the cruellest things i...
