With every virtue at our disposal,
an arsenal full of good intentions,
and hearts eager to feel the shine,
we undertook a challenge, once upon a time,
in order to form a more perfect love,
conceived in liberty, matured in trust.
Philosophically waxing until much too late,
unconventional dinners in lieu of dates.
What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine.
A daring provocation, but we were bold,
undeterred by unforeseen circumstances,
despite our lack of a guru, a guide, a plan,
we would dissect our very natures to understand.
We boarded the train with no ending in sight,
claiming that our lives were a journey
and that we were destined to drink it all in,
though we six were confined to living in sin.
What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine.
Written for RhymeZone’s 2014-2015 Poetry Contest.
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Death by Dissonance 