My heart rolls towards you
as if it was born with a fate to.
It stumbles through grief and pain- just to reach for you.

"Why?" I ask it. Puzzled by it's acts. "Why suffocate you're own body, for her?"
It replies with a weak smile, "I was born with a fate to."
"I was born with a fate to roll to her. Like how birds stick to trees and clouds stick to the sky. I was meant to stick to her. I was meant only for her."

Then my heart goes back on it's journey. Crawling and mourning for you. Only for you.

It pulls me over, like a friend helping a date. It does everything it takes to get my mind to you. And yours to mine.

Why you?
Because..

I was meant to be rolled to you.....

only....


"For every person there is a pair."