I couldn’t scrub you off my memory,
Like a DNA embedded in my being,
A part of me that I cannot erase,
And to obliterate you would mean my utter ruin.

You were a breath of fresh air
In my messy, toxic world.
Without you feels like breathing air without oxygen,
I wouldn’t be able to survive.

Meeting you was not an act of fate but destiny,
Written in the stars long before we were born.
Our souls woven together with invisible threads by the hands of gods.

©Penchie Limbo