Conflict.

Beneath dew dripped shelters
Strolling in darkened woods
A small girl hums a lonely tune

Seaside wishes
Wondrously small

Sophisticated
Sensible
Stunning

The woods hold no stranger
Safely clean, strangely calm
The woods hold no hope
Pleasantly long, pitifully deep

The light has no tunnel from which to escape
The dark carries no beacon of evil in here

Beneath balcony dreamers
Strolling in romantic whims
A young woman leans closer

Empty views
Glistening full

The path less traveled.
The road not taken.
Rebels found causes.
Hippies lose roses.

Romeo is Juliet’s
Vice Versa, how sad.

Greedy little thing.
Him as her, her as him.
Mine. Yours. All one.

You’ve just lost the game
She’s just lost her heart.

Author's Note

I am trying and failing. Le sigh.