I’m holding on to that invisible string of yours;
That bruise my hand and burn my soul.
Mountains of fire that tic my heart ;
Something burning us apart.
Your eyes are ice-cold;
My lips running down a river of no hope.
The stars are invisible to my eyes;
To you they’re a masterpiece in your mind .
That’s our life Split in two on an electric line.
©By A.J
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