The soul I sought
Is the one whose fate has been set in stone.
The love I caught during the storm
Is the one who will never be my own.
Such a tricky line to steadily tip toe on the tight rope.
All who came and all who left, wavered their chance.
Unlike him, who matches even the tiniest resemblance to my very own soul is out of reach.
With the sunlight in the rear view mirror, to the hands caressing my body and to the whispers we grant each other in a room full of strangers.
Such a tugging fantasy that grips my heart the second your person comes into my view.
This naive damsel who wants nothing but a chance to have you.