Your voice, more addicting than any drug
A forbidden sweet honey-like melody
Your laugh, a story that captures the light above the galaxy
Your eyes, an ode of truth
Everything about you, every tiny detail, every small smile, every heart-piercing tear lives forever in my soul
I'm ready to sacrifice everything just to reach you again
I would journey past my stars to reach yours
Run to you in the midst of the numbing cold nights
What good is fate if it keeps us apart?
If whatever we do just keeps us more isolated
Crease and tear apart destiny like it never existed from the beginning
Commit arson on the stars that refuse to align
And when we finally emerge from the flames hand in hand,
Nothing will dare to ever separate us again.
Nothing.
About the Creator
Tasmia
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