I live my life by one motto,
“It is what it is”,
And maybe that’s how it was meant to be,
“Just two random strangers,” they say,
Like our angels didn’t conspire for us to meet that day,
I know they counted down to the last millisecond leading up to that day,
They picked the perfect space where a lost soul could be found,
Rather I should say souls,
Two broken souls they believed could make each other whole,
And angels don’t steal,
But for you my heart they stole,
Together they had this perfect plan,
To show the masses that love exist,
But plans sometimes fall apart,
And it did!
Two lost souls never became whole,
And strangers they stayed,
While our angels were pleading,
“Please don’t stay strangers,”
Rain began to pour,
As their eyes began to cry,
Our angels looked at each other heartbroken and eyes filled with tears,
“Please”
They screamed,
But we couldn’t hear,
Two lost souls that were meant to make whole,
Remained lost.