Their friends call him the
while they label her the queen of smirk.
And she would uphold her name indefinitely,
saying, 'Blame my heredity.'
I can't complain, though, no matter how small the window
that shows life to me. Its nice to see.
And so it fits that her eyelids would close, and leave me panicked.
I'm not allowed to call it manic. A leak see's panic.
I'd rid myself of grief, like a falling, candid leaf.
Sad ships sink, leaving lovers lost in reefs;
leaving lover's open arms intangible when unleashed.
It's sad, cause tangibility mattered not, once upon a time.
Once, her lovelessness was mine, and she'd smirk while i would shine.
And the stars would come form lines, to witness this still while she's kissing me.
Her visits will be missed by me. The sky aligned to tell our history.
Every now and then the clouds will part and you can see,
her with me. Binary; sharing an identity.
Heredity won't matter once time can't tell,
They'll only see constellations that speak of love that fell.