Lines Lifted From Other Sources

I go extinct the moment you are gone
I’m E.L. James, you’re Hemingway 
All star-crossed lovers watch our signs align
and we twerk through uncertain years ahead
proud against the belly of the sky.
So comes the spring, so comes the rain
from a distance, it looked okay.

My trusty songbirds start to make me sick
unmusical and often wrongly stressed
dogs will disregard their bones
while at the shore she tends her empty nest.
Some day the weeds will grow right where we stand
for now at least that dappled rainbow fades.
The End.