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our story wasn't like pairs of lines
that met once and drifted apart forever
neither parallel lines
that went in the same direction
but never met.
it was more like the infinity symbol
an interception
of two strangers walking past
throwing glances in secrecy
hearts throbbing rapidly
but never bothered to stop
and let the souls meet
their other halves.
YOU ARE READING
Wishful Thinker
Poetry/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
