We walk a tightrope between two stars
In different universes:
Yours is reality
Mine is mentality;
But neither of us are acrobats,
All we can do is hold on tight and hope for the best
As we try to meet in the middle of something that, every minute, more closely resembles the
Impossible:
Fate is holding a carving knife over this thin thread of attraction
As we walk; She has already cut all other lines but this one,
Watching with a gleeful smile as we stumble
Over again and
Over again and
Over the edge we are
Falling through burning stars that
Don’t look nearly as benign as they do from a distance,
Love looked so benign from a distance
Don’t you think?
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