I just want to find
a kindred spirit,
a person who's soul
walks the same path
as mine.
I want to find somebody
to laugh at my silly jokes,
and take interest in
my silly little ryhmes.
I'm looking for a person
to hold my hand as
the leaves change color.
Someone, oh, someone...
who understands me like no other.
So, come, kindred spirit-
I'm waiting for you.
You, the one that can make me complete.
Run,
run towards me;
I'll run towards you, too.
I'll meet you in the middle,
I promise.
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Truth
PoetryA miscellany of things and other things that may or may not be of the sort.