Can't utter words that I stutter unborn,
Can't speak, can't not, can't comprehend.
All day, every day, pining for someone,
Who I (mock myself) call friend.
Praying to the sky in different tongues,
Yet prey for the very same thing.
Braving alone, common battles,
Either we live or we win.
Fire of passion, souls ablaze,
Burning lips let taste a sip of mist
Waiting for you on the edge of time,
While you slip helpless out my fist.
Need not words, your heartbeat sings,
In the only tongue I understand,
Can't utter words that I stutter unborn,
Can't speak, can't not, can't comprehend.
Dark wildfires burn my soul,
You're far as far could be,
I wish we weren't better together,
Because when do parallels ever meet?
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Where Parallels Meet
Romance...because a broken heart, is a sharp object. Almost your average romance...but not quite. What happens when the universe is flawed? How do you undo it all? A tale of love: a sin worth conceiving; and of redemption which is just an idealistic theory...
