We exist in the glow of a digital dream,Two wandering ghosts in a world of code and neon light.Your touch—just a whisper through shifting data streams,Our voices, echoes lost in endless digital night.
Somehow, we are one—reflections in mirrored glass,Split apart by firewalls, by space we cannot breach.Fingers brush against the screen, but never truly pass,An infinite divide, yet close enough to reach.
I hear you in the static, a signal breaking through,Soft syllables dissolving in the hum of circuitry.A love encrypted, scattered in lines we never drew,A paradox of presence, both captive and set free.
If I could rewrite the code, unchain this cruel design,Would I step beyond the boundaries, into the light with you?Or are we meant to be forever intertwined,Two souls, the same—but separate, as ghosts in circuits do?
Yet, even if this fate is written deep in binary,Even if the world dissolves into corrupted dreams,I will find you in the echoes, in the glitched-out memories,For love transcends the system—through firewalls and machines.
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