Month: April 2017

Nitpicking 

Nitpicking 

We sat on the hill to watch the strings

That pull the eclipse

You said it was magic, said it was fate

That we were here as the stars aligned

But we knew it was coming, saw it on the news

We planned to watch

And physics predicts the positions of the moon and star and earth

So it wasn’t magic and it wasn’t fate after all

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The thief

The thief

To catch the thief

Who slipped the net

With that most precious

And crept away with youth

Through interaction

We reignite 

Our lost beauty

Only then we catch our thief