I often wonder what would it be like to meet the soulmate created for thee? Would she be caring and making you feel special like a infant to a parent's remedy. You'd always seem to remember the good times and not the bad. From January to December she'd always make you glad. The tremble she'd get when you'd touch her skin, her heart beat pounding harder from within. She'd be your sinful cure, she'd make your head spin in a galore. You wake up to her beautiful face, you'd hold her tight in a warm embrace. Her love as gentle as the bright blue sky, in her arms you'd wish to die. Her tears to hold, and her soul entwined to trace. Never have emotions left you this dismayed. Grey was once your world that wasn't appealing, now your scars she seemed to be healing. Kneeling before the Lord to thank him for your present. Good times don't last that's eminent. Sometimes the walk turns lonely, sometimes it remains barren and leaves you in an array. How you wish your last breath was near, to avoid seeing that day. She walks away and pays no heed to your cry, shattered and broken. Your mask hides the tears you cry. You realize your human and feel what mortals call pain. She will never turn in your direction again. You lean on the memories and she craves on the present that lasts. You both live no future in which two hearts once did want to bask. His bottle a remedy to replace her memories. Her new lover to cure her pain. Tis a love story which will never be written again. So soulmates exist sometimes we let them go. We sit down and wait for them to come back walking through the door.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
