A/N: this is poem contains ideas of reincarnation and soulmates. This is based on a dream I had where I was a new soul and to decide who my soulmate forever would be I needed to decide between two of them. Enjoy! Xx
Soulmates are created to bring together and to tear apart. To mend and break, to bend and fix and tear and destroy. In a life of new, the first of it's kind, one in which everything is tantilizing and scary, where the colors are vibrant and dull and everything is wonderful and horrible, soulmates come in pairs. One for each repetition of life, to help the new soul find the perfect one meant for every repetition there after. And in this world that's horrible and wonderful, the soulmates are dead and alive. Soulmates that are tucked away at rest, guiding and watching and loving from afar, and soulmates that I talk to every day in the hallway, blissfully and painfully unaware of the universes intentions for me.
