We are star crossed. Me and you.
Some things change, others don’t.
Bound by eternty of no time.
Loopholes in our freedom,
but chained to our love.
Star crossed we are, prisoners as well.
Prisoners of our love that we can’t break free.
Maybe we are cursed?
Cursed by having no time, maybe cause of this
love we hold?
This poem was written/submitted by Sarah .