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Soul

  • Writer: Randi Stewart
    Randi Stewart
  • May 3, 2018
  • 1 min read

My heart,

My soul.

Could be a pot of gold.

Things happen,

Things change.

People get lost,

People get found.

Weather it be a mate,

Or someone you hate.

Either or,

That person could be,

Your absolute,

Soulmate.

This poem here, yes it has rhyming. i wrote this one around the time of yet another break up around 3-1/2 yrs ago. the person i was with at the time was my high school sweet heart. i, honestly thought maybe he could have been my soulmate. but unfortunately me and him wen't our separate ways. it was best. we both were young. things may seem like they are going fine, heck even perfect. but life throws curve balls every day. things change, so do people.

 
 
 

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