Decrescendo
I don't know. Started listening to You Found Me by the Fray and wrote this. So here is a short cliche poem.
You shifted the world,
draping it over my shoulders
you molded me into Atlas
to hold up your skies,
but I had the touch of Medusa
and the heavens are slowly turning to stone.
You realized I am no Hercules
As you lay back, face upturned
to the fading stars,
you silently admit defeat.
Urging me to lie beside you.
Arachne weaves spider web cracks
across our skies, light spilling from
the crevices of our stars.
Shrapnel from our precarious world
rains down on us.
I take my place beside you,
and the thundering decrescendo
of our heartbeats is the last music
we both hear before
Uranus and Gaia collide
to leave us shaking in the
hailstorm, two grains
swept away in the breeze.
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