"bethroved" poems
It was chemistry
Like cloning
I could feel our souls recognizing each other
This wasn't the first time
We've met before
I was your slave in ancient Egypt
Your sister as we burned, accused as witches
I stole you from your bethroved
As we sailed away on my pirate ship
Over the centuries we have found each other
As sisters
Friends
More than often lovers
Today they'd say we were
"Meant to be"
While poets call us
Soulmates
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 10:26 PM UTC