Apocolypse
My love, is this world not like a coil?
Is it not hollow and dark?
With our love that shines as an ark,
While the ground begins to melt and boil?
And while we share these last macaroons
I hope to stay forever with you
Even if never again, the sky will be blue
Yet I know we’ll be safe in our little cocoon
For even if the light from this world is gone
And if we are miles apart
I’ll just remember you and I at the start
When the world was blossoming with everyone
When I bumped into at the market
And you smiled and said “Hi, I’m Scarlett…’
This poem is about:
Our world
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