Soul Mates
Once upon a time, before there was time
Before there were two, there was one
One so complete and beautifully sweet
But knew it must be undone
There were things to be learned and wants to be yearned
Some answers must be found on their own
And yet throughout time, their paths intertwined
And somehow they always lead home
Throughout all their lives, they breathed and they sighed
Each waiting for the other to end
For when time came due, both of them knew
The two become one once again.
Once upon a time, before there was time
Before we two, there was one
One so complete and beautifully sweet
But knew we must be undone
There were things to be learned and wants to be yearned
Some answers we must find on our own
And yet, throughout time, our paths intertwine
And now they only lead home
Throughout all our lives, we breathe and we sigh
Each waiting for the other to end
For when time came due, both of us knew
We two become one once again.
-Me, circa late 20th Century
Before there were two, there was one
One so complete and beautifully sweet
But knew it must be undone
There were things to be learned and wants to be yearned
Some answers must be found on their own
And yet throughout time, their paths intertwined
And somehow they always lead home
Throughout all their lives, they breathed and they sighed
Each waiting for the other to end
For when time came due, both of them knew
The two become one once again.
Once upon a time, before there was time
Before we two, there was one
One so complete and beautifully sweet
But knew we must be undone
There were things to be learned and wants to be yearned
Some answers we must find on our own
And yet, throughout time, our paths intertwine
And now they only lead home
Throughout all our lives, we breathe and we sigh
Each waiting for the other to end
For when time came due, both of us knew
We two become one once again.
-Me, circa late 20th Century
posted by Gern at 2:24 AM
2 Comments:
It's been awhile since I've read something that makes me feel bittersweet (which is difficult as that is more of a taste than anything), but I enjoyed the sentiment.
Thanks for the encouraging words, about getting my life together. As if I weren't depressed enough already.....
You're welcome....I think.
It's 41 for me in 13 days.
Not like I'm counting or anything.
Fuck the depression, have a drink on me.
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