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.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
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.
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