We are the lovers
The lovers shielded by a visceral piece of glass.
Our barren bodies represent our misfortunes and unfeasible road to sovereignty
The only road that could lead us to some sort of sanity.
We see in the distance an alluring picture,
One that could be our future.
An overflowing waterfall yearns for us,
It is the immense amount of passion we have between each other.
A clear blue sea touches our fragile hearts,
It exhibits all of the opportunities we could have ahead of us.
The white cotton candy clouds kiss our cheeks,
They allude to the one place where we will be together one day, untouched by the potent glass.
The rose between us pricks our thumbs,
Conveying our terminal fate.
We are the lovers
The lovers shielded by a visceral piece of glass.
The glass that keeps us confined to our demons
The glass that leaves us in solitary
The glass that keeps us from our aspirations.
There is a sinister force behind the glass
One that is unknown.
The glass will not budge.
It shows us the pure beauty of all we could have,
But haunts us by halting our passions and dreams.
It gives no explanation
And it gives no apology.
We are the lovers
The lovers imprisoned by this unbreakable glass.
Only here to ruminate on the idyllic picture of the unforeseeable future.
