It funny, you go through life wondering when you'll meet that special someone.
Wondering "Is there really a special someone for me?"
People will tell you "Keep trying!" or "Don't give up!"
But all I saw was the end...
I felt like I was destined to be alone..
That is, until I met YOU.
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It's really been a while, but in a very short time you've taken over my mind.
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I know now, what I did not know before know that even through all the hardship...
I know that even through all the hardship...
Through all the pain...
During my happy and sad times...
You will be there!
Not just as my best friend, but as the one person I will trust to the end.
The person that would drop everything for me if I asked.
The person I will grow with.
The person I have grown to love, care for and trust with every fibre of my being.
You're my other half.
There is no me, without you.
I know now that if anyone asked me who you are or what are you to me,
I will simply say:
"That person right there holds my heart with so much of care, with so much of love"
I can say to the World without a doubt,
"That's my love, my home, my person."
About the Creator
Eagles
We write about the absolution of love and the dissolution of the soul. Poetry group comprising of the following poets;
Mackalan
Alpha Beharie
Marioson
Amy Void
Kimiera
Saveourscripts
Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis3 days ago in Humans
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