May 30, 2014


So much has been told
About one being completed
By two fitting halves
Like yin-yang’s tadpoles
Swimming in perfect circles
Through all eternity

That even with a thousand lives
We have only one-
Just one soul mate

What if I love scores
And truthfully so
In this one life
All for different reasons

Must I choose just one
And why should I?

What if my heart is large-
Larger than two swimming tadpoles
What if it is fluid
And not heart shaped
As hearts are thought to be
What if it cannot be even split
Into two perfect halves?

Is it so bad a thing
If my heart is a quilt?

Made of Sand
Not Dura, but Alaminadura

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