Instead of having rhymes at the end of each phrase or each sentence have them in the middle...
We’re like two lines whose slopes
slightly differ. Our hopes
contradict science, -- we’ve met
at one point and your line went
higher, mine went lower. Thus is
our fate,-- share a moment of bliss
only once on the white graphing paper
and say to each other the final “later”
and diverge. Your line goes higher,
mine goes lower... now I aspire
to pull it up higher, but fail--
Freight trains stop when derailed.
I cannot fight it, I go by the ruler!--
sad fate of the lines. I praise lunar
eclipses, parabolas, ellipses. They
can cross many times on their way.
But if only we pull a little bit harder
and longer, our lines just might start to
come closer and closer and closer, until
maybe... just maybe, we’ll start to feel
the lines stretching and bending,--
nearer and nearer! Polar endings
will meet and run towards the electrical
outlet, -- as one long and symmetrical
line. Defying the laws of motion
and gravity, with pure emotion.
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