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.
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