Parable of Lines

Just like a parallel line, we would have a lot of common.

And go for miles on the same direction.

But no matter how long we go, 

we’ll never cross each other’s path, I KNOW.

How I wish we were an intersection.

At some point we’ll cross each other’s existence and build a connection.

But then again, once we meet, i’m afraid that’s the first and last.

Because in this kind of love, nothing is built to last.

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