__Anti_Utopia__

 My story is a gray painting of two star crossed lovers 

One from the present, the other from the future discovers

 A seven knotted noose ,attempting self slaughter, a 17 year old In an orange sweatshirt which the pawn shop sold. 

She meets a optimist beyond horizon, Another girl from the year 2051. 

She wears a leather vest, pale skin

 Lives in an abandoned house in Berlin

 I describe a world so dystopian Where sex is shamed and lovers hanged 

Two women whose eyes have met 

Would make out underneath the red moon to get… To get the purity ,the essence of touch 

Cause history did witness lovers such Under this rusted and broken street lamp

 They made their own little camp Bullets are fired , the city’s on fire 

Their needs of flesh even more dire

 Girl in the leather vest asks “ come with me to the future , we will make a home."

 Girl in orange replies “ I cannot leave my dome” And thus two star crossed lovers get separated in a world so ruthless 

Lament if you need, cry if you want, the world is truth less. 

“ My baby u have to promise to kiss me again when we meet”

 “ will u remember the place in your dreams, the gray backstreet?” 

“ I will ,but there's no future without you”

 And she vanished if were a ghost when the wind blew… 

Raised and spoiled, alienated from each other They will meet someday, in one dystopian world or another!!