Annnasvetlova

I refuse to believe. I cannot accept That our story could end this pathetic... But so it did — and I, alone, bereft, Fly to that city hyperpyretic. Beneath the stars, the broad road beckons — A Firefly will carry me along. If only you would drive the second, So our shared path could stretch out long. I so believed in the signs of fate! The universe has plans for us forlorn. How cruel it was of her to orchestrate These ruins where our love should have been born.