He was sitting on the bench

With his strawberry and milky eyes.

Even though he smiled, you could read between the lines

The pain and the fame

That's what he thought made a good grind

She was the prettiest thing he had seen.

She had scars,scars covered by her pale skin.

He felt happy and complete.

What a frail thing

He had seen the world end even before it could begin,

It was all in her eyes, oblivion in disguise

Till he saw this damsel walking down the aisle

At one touch,their heart collided.

She felt high,like it was paradise.

Then suddenly,

She cried,wondering if this would last

Or if it was just a lie

He sighed

As she woke up to reality

Reality of a world where only he existed

But his thoughts persisted

for it was only there they both existed.


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