Soul Mates

• Posted by: Angie Daniels
• Created: October 23, 2015
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Arranging your words so that they make sense.
Hope none of its said under false pretence.
I open the window so I can breathe.
Build my wall so you can’t hear my heart beat,
And if I fall, let it be on my feet.
Calm on the outside,
Storm rising underneath.

One gaze in your eyes,
An old soul is what I see.
Every sound, every move,
So familiar to me.

Creatures of wisdom,
Not always understood.
Calmly controlled, yet free.

We’ve been here before,
Maybe a hundred times or more,
But in this big confusing world, you always find me.

So as I push my way through the chaos and crowds
Of the lost and found,
Know that it’s you that I seek.

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