It's crazy to think that one day we will meet our soulmates.
And we won't have to question if there the ones.
It will be like a breath of fresh air after inhaling glass.
The days may bring you joy and laughter that rings on like a never-ending melody.
But there will be days that feel like hell and nights spent in agony yelling at each other.
While other evenings are spent in pure euphoria.
They will be a mixture of heaven and hell.
They keep the music playing but also let you inhale glass to keep you grounded.
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A Fucked World
PoetryShort story and poetry. 🥀Any love is better than no love. 📘Best to read a book cover to cover so you don't miss the little things.
