THE WORLD OF LOVE seems like somewhere you'd want to be. Rich paradise of blinding gold cradling it's warmth along the hot summer strides. Looking above with curious intention as you pull apart evaporated sky silk with flesh palms and a porcelain laugh. Tan cheeks becoming peony and tender when walking with the one you call beautiful beside wet sand, aromas of salt and euphoria.
But the oblivious truth still lies ahead when the vision of tragedy is blinded. All minds on abstract meadows and happy endings, but no attention given to the monster that hasn't been deceased. Translucent sea illusion, dangerous and vicious, engulfing intimacy fresh out of its womb. The ocean viewed as ultimate strength and hope, now seen as the powerful menace that extinguished blooming endearment.
It sprung above the midst of day and devoured our love that thrived above the soft Milky Way like it had been nothing more than a star. And I don't think our bond would ever seize the day, but I guess the future is much too abrasive for fresh wounds.
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