And then there were two.
Two hearts, two stories.
Two lives intertwined.
Doubletime.
Two angry auras
Flushed with the blue of sadness
And the hue of love, at the edge
Out of the way
Out of reach.
Two heartbeats
Racing in doubletime.
Unstoppable
Improbable.
Doubletime.
Posted in response to the challenge Two.
Beauty is
Not hiding being a thick mask
A thick layer that is not you.
Beauty is
Not wanting to be someone's doll
Someone's plaything
We are not here for decoration.
Beauty is knowing what you want
Don't force them; don't make fun of them.
Take them places where they feel loved and safe,
and watch them relax.
Don't grab them or get frustrated with them; have patience.
Wait for them to come to you.
No matter how strong love is, anger is always stronger; try to love anyway.
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