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Tabitha Brady 1989 (MS)
I’ve met your soul before.
I’ve held your heart with mine..
Our souls have danced..
Long before our bodies met
The second I felt you,
your Aurora & mine.
I remembered in an instant…
I am not me but quite simply WE..
I’ve always been one half of a whole. Not a broken mess, just simply a half that isn’t whole.
I knew, I knew irrefutably, that my soul has always been intertwined with yours.
Always searching, always running, never knowing what it is that I’ve lost..
My soul journey on this one has been long and terry in its entirety..
I had given up... Not lonely. Not tired,
just a touch unsure.
All my fears I had outcast.
Some days I felt everything at once.
Others, I felt nothing at all.
I couldn’t tell you which was worse.
Drowning beneath the waves
or dying from the thirst..
you walked in & everything instantaneously flipped..
Once I was in your presence, it felt like I had lived this life before.. It felt like I belonged
& the feeling that I knew I had belonged here before..
I just didn’t know it’d be you,
as soon as you walked through that door…
There’s no going back..
There is no possible way
I’ll never be able to survive it..
Not in the ways I’ve done before..
& trust me, love has left me shattered & broken on the floor.
Swore I’d never let my self feel the fall again.
I had no choice..
Absolutely no say..
Please never walk the f*ck away..
I’ve never asked a soul to stay..
Please don’t take my the light from me
That’ll take the last of the fight I have left in me..
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Maybe the universe is still spinning after all.
Submitted by TheTKO on May 09, 2022
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|Scheme||AB XX CB XD X X X D XX X XX X XX CX XA CA X E XA A XXE EE DD|
|Closest metre||Iambic pentameter|
|Stanza Lengths||2, 2, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 1, 1, 2, 1, 3, 2, 2|
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