They were worlds apart

From the very start

He was like the dazzling stars

That adorned the night sky

 

While she was his contrast,

And the infamous outcast

Always so bitter and dry

With her walls up and high

She lived a life cynical and wry

 

Yet he held her hand

And gazed at her with those eyes

That was sincere and clear

With his green eyes crinkled

Leaving her dazed and tingled

 

But she wasn’t worthy

Of his warmth

For she was a thorn

That’d make him bleed

And was a weed

That’d bring him scorn

 

They were worlds apart

From the very start

She was like a fiery rose

That bloomed despite the adversities,

She was thorny and cold

To the vicious embold

And adorably kind,

To the nice and old

 

While he was a trapped soul

Playing a role so well

That he barely recognised himself

He was the happy guy

Who’d never cry,

Why would he?

 

For in their eyes

That never saw twice,

He was well-off and rich

Living a life without a hitch

But who’d know

That his peerless life was desolate and cold

 

But she was different from them all,

Her gaze neither expecting nor intrusive

He often lost himself staring,

In those chocolate orbs

That held so much at once

Like an obscure ocean

 

He didn’t deserve her though

For, he’d pull her low,

With him in the cold,

Dull world he dwelled in,

Which for him, would be an unforgivable sin