PROPELLED INTO PARALLELED EXISTENCE
- Dark Poets Club
- Aug 6, 2020
- 1 min read
By Nonysmgrl

Caravan of catastrophic events
Misaligned lines
We were meant to have intersect
Yet,
I’m still holding my breath
Visions of any potential future
That had the chance to exist
I blame the endlessness
Infinite hues of blues
Endlessly missing you
Dire desire to love & be loved too