Lines ~

We intersect.
We merged.
We were two strokes .
We formed ,
Images of love
Its rubbed off.
Lines erased
Like love was lead
All it took
Was a pencil to blend
And an eraser to spread.
Disconnected lines
Nothing left to twine
Our connection was a fluke
Made by a mistaken stroke
Upon it’s understanding
Words fell through
The lines that made me and you
Broke too.
Simple lines got turned to swirls
Now we are but parallel figures
No definite line to join
No meeting spot?
Just a dot.



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