The Way I Think We Met
You were wearing black and so was I.
Your eyes were two azurite stones,
both shaded with heavenly streaks of blue,
saying only as much as you let them say.
And when you looked at me I felt a vibration so sweet,
the honey bees became envious.
My heart began to play an ancient rhythm so thick,
my blood danced to its beat.
And when you spoke the gods found peace.
The abyss I once called comfort spit me out so violently,
for I had lost the taste of misery.
Little did I know that you'd lead me to a maze so distorted.
Our souls had already reached the end and our bodies wandered,
so far out to sea we no longer recognized each other.
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