I was always bad at chemistry
maybe I am imagining having it with you
am I always reading things too strong
if someone doesn't want me
be sure I will write them a love song
I got that grease lightnin
hopelessly devoted kind of love
I want it to be different this time
more than a temporary infatuation
I want the universe to be speaking to me
showing me what a soulmate feels like
like an eternal rush of dopamine
a feeling you are always chasing
every lifetime you find each other
because that kind of happiness
is addicting
I can't stop thinking of you
because I can always feel our connection
you have grounded me
I can't see anyone else
since I looked into your eyes
Just being around you
would mean a happy life
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
Tortured Soul
The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
By C. Rommial Butler6 days ago in Fiction
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