I want to fix your heart...
Make you whole again...
Even if it means giving you half of mine.
I want to be what others
couldn't be for you...
To make you feel truly loved...
Truly cared for.
I want to hold you
in my arms...
So that you never feel alone again.
I want to be your light...
To lead you outta that dark abyss...
So maybe you can see the sun in your life
and the stars in your eyes again.
I want to call you mine...
So that nobody else can ever tear...
Rip or shred...Make you bleed...
To make sure your heart never gets broken again.
go with the first line as
go with the first line as title. That was something a lot of the classic poets often did when they were stumped for a title.
A Thought
Soulmate.
“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.” -Plato
Post Tenebras Spero Lucem