Tritium

Have you heard of the glow of the girl, the bright shining girl? She is my Tritium, the radiant glow outlining world I reside in. Purely radioactive, she blows up the planet, solely with the sound of her voice. I love her tritium, I love her glow, I love her. Night time is her shining time, while day she still stands out, surrounded in a vial of crystal glass, how will I reach her now? I press my hands on her vial and see her smile brighten up my world, with one kiss from behind the glass she sends chills down my spine. The world is brighter with her radiant, Tritium glow. My world is her experiment, my world is lit up, and blown apart, in the chemistry that is our perfectly imperfect love.