Befriending stranger pieces of my own puzzle, a known rhyme you gifted me. I, on the other hand, inked each perfection of your imperfect verse. For all, I fell in love with the first stroke in your name and you fell in love with the moment I risked...
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you were the wish and i was the star, the minute you walked in were the seconds i took to depart, we were meant to be, then why were we formed so far?
you were the moon and i was the sun, the sky held us close, but the universe split us apart, even after these failures, i just can't return.
you were the ink and i was the paper, myriad moments with you were inked in my memories, but after inking me down, you just became a stranger, all i had left were those written stories.
you were the train and i was one of the drivers, throughout the journey, i realised i was just the ride's back-up, you kept happily travelling through bridges formed over rivers, while i sat at the farther end, just wanting to give up. ~ svi.
Dedicated to love that perhaps doesn't last. It manages to sprout as new feelings at times, giving itself a chance to shine and deserve happiness. Sometimes, it stays dormant, never lasting in others' eyes.
