To My Soul-Mate

Touched by Soul ground in heart bleeding love.
Twisted fate, how we relate to the varibles.
Hate was an escape for not feeling loved.
Yet how did we even assume to feel?
Numbed by pain, meds in a bag to desecrate.
Mortality rate tried to become successful. Used us as vessels.
Dug trenches for legions of crystalized beings, as if we were on a chain gang..
I tried to become famous, make a name.
Hoe lame I became and hurt you.
Although you fell in the dirt too.
Looked in your eyes and realized I lost you, and you lost me too.
Time passed and God put us back on the path of recovery, how lovely to be loved by him and you my lovely.