Probably how most teens like me feel...unlucky in love, torn between two worlds and just plain meh at the idea of never finding 'the one'.
I feel as if I'll never find you,
That the old saying is truly true,
And I was made to be alone,
To grow old, skin and bone.
Unloved, unbound, drifting without a sound.
Was my soul not made in a pair?
Life never meant to be shared?
Is it simply because of who I am,
So critically wrong that I've been damned?
Is there no one waiting with the other end of my red thread,
Or am I holding both, my destined simply long dead?
Did the Fates choose to tangle my tapestry just so,
Love becoming something I'll never know?
When will I taste the intoxication or inebriation
Of two hearts beating in synchronization?
Is it so evil, is it a crime,
To wish for the bliss of love sublime?
Perhaps it is true, my cruel fate,
Of being made without a soul mate.
Yes, it seems that this plague infects me too,
I feel as if I'll never find you.