youngProphet

Soulmates. You cringed at the word, It's poison on your tongue. Or was. This wasn't supposed to happen. Love is a cruel thing, It endangers the warmth you have now. Friendship. However, As you find yourself stealing glances, And those glances turned into stares. The girl with the magnificent dark brown eyes, Her hazel hair. Each with just the right pigment to make the colour unique. But, you couldn't ask her. Your best friend. Two women in a relationship - Or wedlock - It was unheard of. At least where you are. Shunned, Embarrassed, Destroyed. The stares ate away at their souls. That's what happens. But when your body was intoxicated. This

When I was young and naive, I used to say "Music saved me'" But as I matured, In both body, And soul, I realized, That music Was just another aspect That helped me Save myself.