Some people believe a soulmate is only a lover
But I know different
Because my soulmate isn't someone I love
I love them, but not in the way of
Dates and kissing
Romance and mushy things
I love them in the language of ordinary things
I love them in the way of tea time talks
I love them in the way of afternoon walks
I love them the way of silly little sayings
I love them in the way of "slay, queen, slay!"
I love them in the way of Friday night sleepovers
I love them in the way of crisp apple turnovers
I love them in the way of late night calls
I love them in way of breaking my falls
I love them in the way of trying new things
I love in the way of the songs we sing
I love them in the secrets we share
I love them in the way of of braiding hair
I love them in the way of inside jokes
I love them in the way of laughing so hard that I choke
I love them in a way I love no one else
They are my soulmate
And they are above everyone else
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My Little Book of Poetry
PoesiaThese are some poems that I have written they aren't as good as my friends who has a book of poems called The Attic of My Mind, which you should totally check out, but I thought you guys, might like them, so...here you go.
