We meet eyes
Our ties make dyes
We bond conversations
We glue shapes
Your circle greets my square slate
Its edges seep into my palate
Sparkling your name on my fame
Your greys match my alibis
Your Woodstock charms my Fireflies
The circle and the square build allies
I teach you the beauty in being free
You teach me the beauty in me
I see your muse in me
My muse lives in your epiphany.
But slowly,
Your circle is altering
Our threads are unravelling
The palate is leaking
Our canvas starts bawling
Cupid is faltering
The shapes get colder
The canvas gets darker
Your circle becomes a chip on my shoulder
I become your boulder
Your edges are scarring my path
Carving their name on my wrath.
Your circle is shaking
Our canvas is cremating
The arms of time have stretched its legs
We become the other’s dregs
I am no longer blinded
Every mile is no longer guided
Your circle no longer forms a halo
I become the goodbye to your hello.
Today,
Your circle is a stranger
My square needs a new painter
My shape is anew
Our canvas will remain askew
Today, I start a new art
Today, my square becomes a heart.
Rewrite the World 
I like the rhythm you infused into this poem. Nicely done. Keep at it; I will surely come back for more.
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-G.D.