We’re connected by string, where hearts wander others bleed.
It’s your soul, inexplicably woven, interconnected, forever intersecting where we inevitably collide.
We crash and spin, debris scattering this lifespan.
Junkyard hearts rebuilt for our eventual mates, weighted with this tugging of our fates.
String/Heart
Really moving and such an original way to remind us of life’s trials that bring seasoning –
The word collide conjures up so much too
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Thank you! I love the word collide. I probably use it too much.
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