I just want to love you
But you’re not here
I don’t want to be above you
Nor below
I can see the hole in your soul
Can you see mine
Can we fill each others
By giving ourselves
Our time
I just want to be beside you
And not hide from you
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Comments (5)
Magnificent!!!💕❤️❤️
Excellent words
The soulmate, legend of the hermaphrodite divided, constantly looking for its other half to made whole again, beautifully expressed here with such an economy of words.
This was so intense and emotional! Loved your poem!
I do t want to be above you, or below. Nice.