A/N: Okay, this is sooo bad, its not even funny... but here you go, its only up because I feel horrible for not updating for so long.
Disclaimer: I don't own That 70s Show.
He lived in destitute,
brought up to be abandoned.
His existence never weighted with much magnitude,
his innocence dampened.
Love regarded him with sad eyes.
Raised in opulence,
She embodied splendor.
With her upturned nose came certain arrogance,
though she was naught but a pretender.
Love greeted her as an equal.
For, although they were both strangers
to its mysterious ways,
she sought after it despite the danger,
while he abstained.
Dictated by previous failures,
too cowardly to be brave.
So when he finally recognized
The fire in her eyes,
he backed away, stumbling in lies.
Afraid to be blinded
by her dazzling light.
Love is like lightning-
it never strikes twice.
A/N: Again sorry for the horrible job. This is an extra credit assignment for school, so I decided to write it about my OTP.