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.
I'm never letting go of you
it's too late
there's special love I've never felt
and I'm feeling it
secure in your arms
happy with your hand in mine and our faces pressed together
I used to curse the snow
used to fight every tradition about snow days
in denial
I would wake up early and get ready like I could
prevent it from happening
well the snow still fell
the roads still closed
I was made of fire
before the roses blessed me
I was made impure
before purity chose me like
I was some kind of tortured angel
I used to be bad
the worst
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