I live my life by one motto,
βIt is what it isβ,
And maybe thatβs how it was meant to be,
βJust two random strangers,β they say,
Like our angels didnβt conspire for us to meet that day,
I know they counted down to the last millisecond leading up to that day,
They picked the perfect space where a lost soul could be found,
Rather I should say souls,
Two broken souls they believed could make each other whole,
And angels donβt steal,
But for you my heart they stole,
Together they had this perfect plan,
To show the masses that love exist,
But plans sometimes fall apart,
And it did!
Two lost souls never became whole,
And strangers they stayed,
While our angels were pleading,
βPlease donβt stay strangers,β
Rain began to pour,
As their eyes began to cry,
Our angels looked at each other heartbroken and eyes filled with tears,
βPleaseβ
They screamed,
But we couldnβt hear,
Two lost souls that were meant to make whole,
Remained lost.
