If matter mattered
We could scatter our passions,
Our innate reactions
So subtle they’d tatter
Nature’s very fabric.
Title fights,
Having been battered,
Afford us time that
Otherwise
Could not be inclined
To sit on its hind legs
And give us some space.
It’s difficult to breath in here.
As we slip slow and steady
We’re ready to accept that
You and me,
We’ve got nothing to lose here.
Run for it and see.
- LKS
This poem is about two people and what their romance means, but they'll never know I wrote it for them.
I kind of like it that way.
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