The spark, we can't see, yet our flames burn in unison.
Neither do we see the fuel, but our ignition is unrivaled.
You might be the sky above,
and I, the earth under,
but the atmosphere within trails our bonds.
We never cease from staring oppositely, nevertheless.
So vow to me your fire won't dwindle,
your clouds won't smoulder,
and your stars won't shed their light.
Even if you do, you'll still find solace when you fall upon my skin.
But I'd rather gaze into your astral flame
than hold ashes of our love.
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Anxiety and Things that Shatter
Poetry"Anxiety, you are lightening and a thunder only I can hear. In my despair, you wear an intimidating smile like a glittering stretch mark on the skin of the horizon." Cover by @DeathsDarkSoul
