Our love was like a little candle lit in open air

it had no chances of withstanding a storm

with little wind blown, the light was gone

and I was left without the littlest spark to light it up again


Unable to conquer

yet we were like fire and water in one planet

we were just what we needed to survive

we were the impossible that became real

Of embraces, passion, wounds, and agony

you where what made sense

like the tilting axis on Earth that put everything right instead

and I needed you like how the tides needed the moon

or like how the moon needed the sun

our love was spontaneous

it was just there

Somehow it found its way into being

an epitome of a best selling novel


…beautiful yet tragic.

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