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I was lost, afloat but adrift I was trapped, with wings but clipped I was asleep, stuck in a looping dream I was gasping, though I knew how to breathe. Then you shone a light, so I could see within The fog vanished, and the curtains parted I was repulsed, aghast, ashamed But you never judged, just asked questions Questions that needed answers Questions that I had never asked Questions that the world had forgotten to pose Questions that I still struggle to grasp What you mean to me, is the hardest question to answer Soulmate, my one and only, my other half These are just words, they are but bluster My love is endless, my soul is now attached It is a kite that has found a string, and now flies with the wind A moon that swims the sky, scratched and pockmarked, yet dancing A river that knows its mark, the sea, the abyss, the void yet it tumbles and turns, meanders and churns I gather the dust, I reflect the stars I look further and further, within and without I have no fear, of the dark unknown I am touched by an angel, and she guides me home
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Dec 31, 2022
Dec 31, 2022 at 7:07 AM UTC
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I was lost, afloat but adrift I was trapped, with wings but clipped I was asleep, stuck in a looping dream I was gasping, though I knew how to breathe. Then you shone a light, so I could see within The fog vanished, and the curtains parted I was repulsed, aghast, ashamed But you never judged, just asked questions Questions that needed answers Questions that I had never asked Questions that the world had forgotten to pose Questions that I still struggle to grasp What you mean to me, is the hardest question to answer Soulmate, my one and only, my other half These are just words, they are but bluster My love is endless, my soul is now attached It is a kite that has found a string, and now flies with the wind A moon that swims the sky, scratched and pockmarked, yet dancing A river that knows its mark, the sea, the abyss, the void yet it tumbles and turns, meanders and churns I gather the dust, I reflect the stars I look further and further, within and without I have no fear, of the dark unknown I am touched by an angel, and she guides me home
siddharth-penmetcha
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Indian
Dec 31, 2022
Dec 31, 2022 at 7:07 AM UTC
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