The End

An extreme overexaggeration

I'll go crawl in a cave.

Let the rivers run dry.

The trees will wilt

and the flowers will

abandon the sun and lean

more towards the moon.

Oceans turn to salt

and deserts turn to glass.

The atmosphere erodes away

and the crust begins to crumble and cave.

As the Earth is hollowed; The mantle

and core are sucked away by the vacuum of space.

No more will I believe

in such a foolish notion.

Two hearts joined by red twine;

beating in sync.

If one skips a beat,

then the other will as well.

Scientifically impossible