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Soulmates
The journey that ends
where you thought it began.
Cndles whose wax drips
into the same pool of hope.
Waves crashing together
against distant shores.
Lightbulbs that turn on
and off at the same time.
Colors that show depth
they couldn't alone.
Countermelody against a tune
written a hundred years ago.
Faith floundering and finding
finality in human form.
Pyramids built in Egypt
and in South America.
The hand that saves you from
taking the leap off the bridge.
The soul that you see that
reminds you of me.
Love; the recognition of ourselves
in the form of another.
Please comment this time, peps. I felt unloved when none of you did to the last poem I wrote that was awesome by the way, and which you should be ashamed of yourselves for not reading.
The journey that ends
where you thought it began.
Cndles whose wax drips
into the same pool of hope.
Waves crashing together
against distant shores.
Lightbulbs that turn on
and off at the same time.
Colors that show depth
they couldn't alone.
Countermelody against a tune
written a hundred years ago.
Faith floundering and finding
finality in human form.
Pyramids built in Egypt
and in South America.
The hand that saves you from
taking the leap off the bridge.
The soul that you see that
reminds you of me.
Love; the recognition of ourselves
in the form of another.
Please comment this time, peps. I felt unloved when none of you did to the last poem I wrote that was awesome by the way, and which you should be ashamed of yourselves for not reading.