Soul Mates

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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