A progress to your heart was the most difficult part.
Of all the elements combined, you are always left behind.
Oh how can I lend thee my heart, if destiny makes us apart.
Soul of my desperate hunger obliterates as you go further.
A certain piece is what makes us incomplete.
Just like how our perennial flames bursts if substances were to be put first.
Flames and grass renders a flawless catch
Of how you and I were made to be a perfect match.
©allissa
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