Somewhere...
Somewhere in this world full of places
Be they close together,
Or Oceans apart.
Somewhere in that dark, distant world
Is a piece of me.
Half of my soul.
A person waiting,
waiting for me.
Be they down the street,
Or across the world...
They are mine to find.
Once found
I will be whole,
After finding my other half
Mine.
Perhaps I shall find them.
Perhaps it shall be soon.
A Day
A Month
A Year
But you must trust that I will find them
Or perhaps this fragmented piece of my soul,
this poem,
has found its way to you.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
Somewhere...
Somewhere in this world full of places
Be they close together,
Or Oceans apart.
Somewhere in that dark, distant world
Is a piece of me.
Half of my soul.
A person waiting,
waiting for me.
Be they down the street,
Or across the world...
They are mine to find.
Once found
I will be whole,
After finding my other half
Mine.
Perhaps I shall find them.
Perhaps it shall be soon.
A Day
A Month
A Year
But you must trust that I will find them
Or perhaps this fragmented piece of my soul,
this poem,
has found its way to you.
