Entangled Soul,
Are you waiting for me?
I spend my days
Searching for thee.
Though we are entangled
And meant to be,
We are twin flames
Burning in twain.
Why can't we burn bright
On the wick of love's candle?
Evermore, it seems,
Our distance remains,
But my love for thee
Is still the same.
Day after day,
I walk in the dark and look for thee
Until the day that our flames unite
And light the way
And our souls entangle eternal.
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Musings of a Late Night Sleeper
PoetryJust some poetry. Some serious. Some not. Some free-verse. Some not. All from my mind. Will be adding poems to it frequently.
