How high I felt rising up like cosmic ascension
Spencer was my lightning strike and Thor thunderbolt intervention
true clash of the titans, a perfect match of love and combined detention.
Inter dimensional traveling to the moon through the room
radiating prism chakras a galaxy shower of winking stars
symphonic rapture ended in demonic domestic violence apocalypse.
Fighting over fears we lost our miracle of becoming.
I’ll never find another of his kind he was a genius fool sublime
wonder twin soul kindred the loss will take more than centuries
of lifetimes to recover the truth before birth’s amnesia fades.
When you discover a true mirror don’t crack it with perfection.
We only get so many chances to bloom, don’t destroy what’s sacred.
Finding your mate isn’t the end of the story of ever after
appreciate and evolve be ever grateful for your irresistible luck.
Life is black white and cemetery grey, without love’s ecstatic rainbow.