The world map
Disappeared off the board
And rested on his orange back.
Maybe now he had enough
To sway the opinion of his lover
The light in the projector.
She despised him,
For she knew his soul
Was attached to the sun
The goddess of the Earth.
But my brief friend fought
With his lover,
Trying to explain to her,
That even if he loved another,
She was his
And he would covet her.
The room flashed
From white to black
From grey to white
Their quarrel reached its climax,
Desperately, the tiger pressed his head
To the artificial light,
And whispered words of love and forgiveness.
The room was dark
As she made her choice.
She forgave him,
And in gratefulness
He stayed pressed against
The warmth that she offered.
Until their love was cut short,
By the fatal swoop of reality.
Ah,
It was just a moth, class.
Now, let's resume the lesson.
YOU ARE READING
My Edward & I
Poetry"A story that starts with two hearts, That collide, And then fall apart. "
