back on my bullshit with another stp-themed contrapuntal poemmm
Live, Die,
It's all
me or you
The heathens,
ones who Don't
understand create
lifetimes and hope,
beauty, and despair,
Following behind
those who cry tears of
peace, loss,
finding Sparks
that ignite a
moment of purpose in your
heart. Connect your soul with
love entangling passions
with mine. Hold me and
We will be
love, together.
for this one I was kinda thinking the left was soft princess and the right was harsh princess? and together is more like shifty altogether.