Between the Lines

Red strings, tangled in the air,

soulmates are connected.

But what do you do when your string

tugs you away from who you rest with?

I can see between the lines,

What am I to do?

Logically, I know too well,

I am not fated to be with you.

But how could I find another

who knows me this well?

How could I find another

who makes my heart swell

and my mind race with thoughts,

each buzzing with electric energy?

I know that everyone is tied by a string

but are soulmates truly decided so easily?

My heart bleeds much more red

than any string of fate could ever contain,

it beats for you, my love,

so from following the string, I will refrain.

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