The girl with the world
in her world-wide hands
met the boy with the skies
in his star-struck eyes
and his eyes clouded over
and her face hid in hands
since they both saw their fates
called for too many plans.
Just kidding. They skipped
happy-everly forth, straight
to afterwards, straight to till
death of course, and they did
their part and raised rows
of corn on course to the end.
All their words were born.
And the narrative came.
It was meant to be, since
she meant it and he
had come to trust
what she meant
(or she could get
mean, you know?).
They decided to prefer
the pronoun "us."
Between now when they meet
(cute sad and distrait), and the end
we've decided skipped to (great!), let's say
came ripping yarn and heartstrings
swelling up to soar upon like
gilded wings,
So much good time
to spend.
But it's now.
We can't have
this end.
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