— a poem of potpourris.
Death-dealing
If only we had the chance.
Published in
Sep 3, 2021
We’d be lethal, you and I,
exceedingly harmful to our effects.
Our minds combined, we’d be the storm;
making the world sleep with one eye open.
We’d be fatal,
we’d make their state terminal
Our hearts coalesced; theirs wouldn’t stand a chance
We’d cease the beats and make them ours.
I care not for this feeling I’m having
albeit they’re beyond tiring, vibrantly consuming
I’d never end these thoughts, I swear
I guess they were always mine to store and hoard
We’d be deadly together, even when
we haven’t had the chance
to know each other
beyond our names.