In far and distant places,
Where only our eyes meet,
The world is but the milieu
To the amour we deemed discreet,
The sun is but the witness
Of two souls reaching out,
The Martian and the morning star-
We prosper in their doubts,
For though we were both aliens,
A pair of shrewd misfits,
It was our thoughts that held the sky,
Kept humans on their feet,
Our questions to the universe,
As senseless as they seem,
They are the falling comets,
They are what humans dream,
Our souls don't match the atmosphere
Of whatever galaxy,
We're born extraterrestrials,
Both are bound to be free,
Our features like star clusters,
Looked different, I realize,
Our hearts, they don't beat the same,
But they always harmonize,
For I may not be yours nor are you mine,
But our love, they can't wrong
For though askew, our hearts believe
Together we belong.
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Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poesía"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
