meeting you was serendipity
it's practical to move on
live my life
focus on the task at hand
yet my soul yearns for you
and you embody me
like you and I are the same being
a search has come to an end
our souls rejoice
while the bodies sleep in cold beds
I do not understand the loss
of you (or me), dear stranger
So I simply write about
how my soul yearns for you
and how painful it must be
for you to not know the language
of our souls (of love)
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 2:39 AM UTC
meeting you was serendipity
it's practical to move on
live my life
focus on the task at hand
yet my soul yearns for you
and you embody me
like you and I are the same being
a search has come to an end
our souls rejoice
while the bodies sleep in cold beds
I do not understand the loss
of you (or me), dear stranger
So I simply write about
how my soul yearns for you
and how painful it must be
for you to not know the language
of our souls (of love)
