napowrimo: a forlorn love story (day five)

by prasanna   Apr 5, 2020


cruelest fate – we dance our waltz,
alternating the lead and the other,
one step behind. we've grown
accustom to this; passionate words
born of whimsy loses steam after
its journey. we’ll never know if it
was the destination or if the words
never burned hot enough.

i'm reminded of our story,
every ending we inevitably
rewrite, hoping one day it’ll
end with us in sync.
hand in hand, twirling
under a flurry of stars;

we cannot survive unless
we live in the stars.

visual: https://imgur.com/a9jJ4b7

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  • 5 years ago

    by M. Rene'

    The words are always hot enough. I love the simplicity of this piece, thank you for sharing.

  • 5 years ago

    by Vanesa

    Such a powerful write. Thanks for sharing

  • 5 years ago

    by Sunshine

    yes that's exactly how it should be done. amazing entry!

  • 5 years ago

    by Star

    So you are using up the prompts :)

    "we’ll never know if it
    was the destination or if the words
    never burned hot enough."
    ^
    waaah this part is powerful!!!!

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