Pluto connections
I eat you up,
and swallow you whole.
There is no mercy,
for my brittle, tender soul.
It brings in light,
as it does dark.
It’s night and it’s day,
the difference is stark.
I dream of the highs,
plunge in with the low.
You planted the seed,
and together we grow.
On the rhythm of seas,
we swim with the tides,
Lit up by the moon,
there’s nowhere to hide.
The magnets in place,
binding our cores.
You whisper your “no”,
yet are begging for more.
I can’t help myself,
as the dark draws your voice.
Bound together by the ages,
there’s really no choice.
and swallow you whole.
There is no mercy,
for my brittle, tender soul.
It brings in light,
as it does dark.
It’s night and it’s day,
the difference is stark.
I dream of the highs,
plunge in with the low.
You planted the seed,
and together we grow.
On the rhythm of seas,
we swim with the tides,
Lit up by the moon,
there’s nowhere to hide.
The magnets in place,
binding our cores.
You whisper your “no”,
yet are begging for more.
I can’t help myself,
as the dark draws your voice.
Bound together by the ages,
there’s really no choice.
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