I fight with my soulmate because we don't believe in soulmates
Two cosmic forces always pushing apart but not being able to stop talking to each other
When we do get months of silence , Venus and Mars pull us back together
Inseparable
Coincidences start becoming creepy
One day I asked him if he was stalking me
We drift apart like Pangaea
Little pieces
Continents
Countries
I can be harsh and mean
Thinking I parted Brazil and Italy
Although I am at a high sea level
Which means I can't be full of too many things
In my adolescent imagination I am a witch
I go to heaven although I'm not religious
Like eating spinach, not because you need to lose weight, but because it's harder to run
23rd Psalm
blah blah blah
"The lord is my shepherd"
blah blah blah
"I will dwell in the house of the lord forever"
HA!
There I restore my soul
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death fear no evil
I am with me
I comfort me
I am not broken little pieces
I am everything I want to be
Or can try to be
Or emulate
Or imitate
Like my room
I'm not dirty but I'm not clean
And when Pangaea becomes
Countries
States
And cities
I will still be nice and neat
