Empty, I see memories walk by me as I ponder on the past.
Back lashing at the times when we had a blast.
Pretending we were family, brothers and sisters.
Doing reckless ****, tearing everything apart like twisters.

Concluding we were all soul mates
Thinking meeting each other was fate.
Two years, that's how long it took for our souls to match
Yet a year for our souls to detach.

We look at each other now like a yearbook
A book full of memories
Yet characters who never really knew
Knew each other for who they truly were.
Misguided Souls.