Familiar Soul
Not passing in streets or forgotten small
Talk. I've seen them through many lives
Because you have been with me
Through many lives.
Eyes icy and bright as the looming moon.
Like on the nights when we'd drive around the
City, picking out stars from street lights.
And humming our favorite songs.
I've been stumbling around your heart forever,
Lost in the wilderness of your veins.
What some call "lost," I call "home."
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I reside in a small town in South Carolina and writing is what I do to pass the time and it's the only thing I've ever felt really good about pursuing. "Familiar Soul" was inspired by a former lover I believe I had in a past life. I fill journals up with poems, short stories, and letters to him. I call him Sam.