Soul mates they say are meant to be;
I didn't believe it 'till it happened to me.
A piece of string attached between two souls;
Pulled every which way but the right way to go.
The string gets tangled here and there;
But never broke, it never dared.
The whisper of love hidden in a gentle breeze;
Covered by the innocent scent of purity.
When the strings finally collide;
The new couple slowly meets each other's eye.
It's fate and can't be argued with;
A life now filled with eternal bliss.
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Dear Mentally Insane
PoetryPoetry is the writing of our deepest, darkest, most inner thoughts. When speaking isn't enough and your voice falls upon deaf ears, writing is our only refuge. Join me and experience the workings of my mind in my collection of original poems. (Credi...
