We'll stand together shaking.
Under street lamps
casting their sickly orange shadow over the wet landscape.
Rain will fall,
Mixed with tears of joy and loss
And we shall never let go
The stars will refuse to outshine us,
The sun will follow suit.
We shall stand above our oppression,
The envious eyes of those that dare to say we dream to much,
Will watch bitterly as we cut from one another the lives we want to lead.
We shall stand beneath the heavens as they spill out,
For not even the sky, seemingly so boundless,
Could keep from shattering under our force.
For only we, could ever assume,
That the passage of time will slow, or bend
To fit our needs.
Months, may be eternity,
Words worth shouting for all to hear,
Why then, do they sound far more important, whispered.
Mingled, dancing, in perfection.
Our eyes, two glistening open doors,
But we will depart from one another,
And the beautiful paintings etched in our minds,
Will scar the flesh and taint our bones.
Our skies will remain shattered,
Our Stars will shine, dully in spite
The Sun's warmth will burden our hearts.
And our eyes will mourn the loss of the perfect form they cried to call their match
We shall fall ashamed to our serpentine spirits
As they pull from one another
But even in this submissive turmoil,
We shall stand above those that dared to call us heretics in passion.
Selfish in our unencumbered giving,
Greedy in our flattered acceptance,
and naive to believe we were in love.
For the world is large,
For I am small,
And if only in my dreams, will we be together,
Then so be it.
For there exists more peace, and unity behind my own closed eyes.
Than the countless watching us.
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