Soulmate

Soulmate



I wade through a life
with no meaning,

with no desire
or aspiration,

every day redundant
of the one past.

One day the sun breaks through the cloud
that is my life,

and fills my days with
a blinding light.

You.

And everything becomes
precious and sacred,

you become my passion,
my frenzy,

my fantasy,
my ecstasy.

You are my every moment,
my every breath.

My soulmate.

My life.

[Persephone]

:)

Who wrote this one? :) :-*

:)

Who wrote this one? :) :-*



Dunno. It was a fwd. I only wrote the last two words.

[Persephone]

Dunno. It was a fwd. I only wrote the last two words.


I like the last two words.

I like the last two words.


"And nothing else matters." ~Metallica~

[Persephone]

I like the last two words.


"And nothing else matters." ~Metallica~



For no apparent reason?

For no apparent reason?


None whatsoever...except for pain.

[Persephone]

For no apparent reason?


None whatsoever...except for pain.



I wish I knew what you meant by that. :-* :-*

[Persephone]

Soul Mate


I can call you an asshole
and know you love me.

You can say I have all
the significance of a fart
in a hurricane,
and I will know you love me.

I can leave you alone
to bathe in my own doubt,
and you will know
I love you.

You can call my best friend
a whore, make my sister’s name
unspeakable, and have no doubt
that I love you.

You brought the glimmer
of first light after a storm
into my life. And the cloud
it rode in on. I adore you.

I have given you nothing
but the calm hope of a sunset
over spring wildflowers and a
windstorm of crazed accusations.
You worship me.

You’re moody, rude, arrogant,
inconsiderate, crass beyond belief.
You embarrass me often in public.
You forget my birthday.
I’m hopelessly enamored.

I’m moody, bitchy, unreasonable,
prone to imagine the worst.
I stay up too late and leave parties too early.
I remember too well too many things
that you almost said and almost did.
You’re absolutely besotted.
No need to ask how I know.

I love you, you prick.
My soul mate, my life.

[ilovelucy]

y'all are so romantic...ahhhh!

[Persephone]

y'all are so romantic...ahhhh!



I don't think he liked my poem. Maybe I should delete it. Sniffle, sniffle.

[Satan]

I'm sure he'll be along any minute now to say "Eh, it's OK and shit." or something equally as encouraging...

8)

It's a fine poem.

[Persephone]

:P :-*