His and her
Pricked from the thorn and driven to the wall under the eyes of red streams
Damaged, broken, and unprepared she runs to the salvation of his dreams
Sitting under the bridge of chaos he draws the scene inside his mind
Where the sun is a star, the moon a simple satellite to find
One from everything and person from people, the game seems simple as it may
She runs, hides, the moon stares down at her, the knife throws himself to her for an invention to play
She screams she finds the enigma in life, it’s the labyrinth, to her a tangle
A sea, the watery diamonds, the jewel is the mother’s gift that is to be worn as a charm to her rather than just a bangle
His facts, they are proof, his numbers they are true
Her dreams are messages and his are emotional recaps but her colors are meaningful and to him blue is just blue
Inside his heart pumps blood, inside her there pumps love
But to either one there shall be no such thing as my time is mine, for we all are judged by the above
Lex
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