Connected through red threads,
No one is able to perceive them,
Tis like living as a boxed cat,
Existing and yet nothing has been...
Mundane life as it may seem,
The two find solace within their hearts,
No one ever taking care of their antics,
Cause we all are a bit problematic...
Although together they care,
Stoicism is their comfort,
With two stoics it is valuable,
For boring is the significant variable...
Fun events for them as seen,
Are everyday occurrences for others,
Yet that is specialty at its finest,
For one to be with the other in honest...
- Author: Iris Viola ( Offline)
- Published: November 25th, 2022 23:28
- Category: Love
- Views: 10
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