Broken Souls

Two broken souls colliding  

Emerging forcefully  

trying to not emerge where their souls should meet

In fear that they will make each other whole and therefore complete.


under each other spell they

wish each other well

Dumping all their hopes and dreams in a wishing well

But never wasting it on each other

As they run their own course of course

Running never stopping to reach a conclusion

so deep in thought under the illusion

That the faster they go

Leaves no time for I love yous or

Discourses of mourning when they leave each other  in the morning

Early morning... booty calls

But no gains as they crawl to their

Courses of how to love

Bugs them, the distant memories creeps on them

Like roaches they lay eggs in their head

Hatching thoughts of loneness causing them to

Merge again but never submerging under

Their feelings of endorphins

Because they both know that when it leaves

Them it leaves them with themselves

And can't face the self hate

They regerutated on the scene of the crime

the scenes that of their lives.

Always the first to leave  

Never wearing a heart or their sleeves...

internationally known

Something they wouldn't call home and boast and brag about.