Was it because I asked you to dance in the grassy knoll while the sun rose to warm our cheeks?
Perhaps the magnetism that began our storybook has reversed it's particular charges and realigned it's poles as to ensure the space between our lovesick souls propel further and further away from each other.
Prelude to our dancing, I lay in the muddy path of what I once wished was.
Loneliness is a suffering that carries as harsh a blow as love.
You remember, the love I thought could blossom in the night?
The night you said "I speak of love but not to you" I was sure you were mistaken in the façade that governed your principles for almost eternity.
You were sure that the stars in the tunneling channel were too dull and lackluster to ever be polished.
The beams of light reflected off the pool of absolution and psychedelic colors beamed a glow that lulled us into submission.
You grabbed my hand and begged me to regain my footing on the steep ledge. I let go of his, begging him to follow me to a dark paradise beneath the soil of society, a place where the radioactive drink would cleanse his pretenses.
Softly I whispered "I can't wait in misery for oil and water to one day mix".
Frivolously you reached for my hand again just as my laced white dress began to bell out and the rush of air suddenly caught hold of it's beautiful bulbous shape. And as I felt my back lean further horizontally I barely caught a glimpse of the his gaping mouth before I splashed into the gorge filled with lost dreams and good intentions that ended unhappily.
It was here I stayed, wading through reveries of those who had lost hope above and searched for love below.
This sea bottom is where my soul took root; in the purple sand that covered the floor of the dark paradise. My branches grew further entangled and entwined each day while I waited for you to plunge into the simplicity surrounding me and allow our love to live. I waited for you to join me.
Well it didn't. It never became.
It never was.
Oil and water can never mix.
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