Soulmates

I hate the idea of soulmates

I hate to think that the person for me

Can only be found by a fee

Whether that means traveling the seven seas,

Or waiting for heartache after heartbreak to heal

I hate the idea of soulmates

That they’re predetermined

Something that is forever certain

It weighs on me like a burden

I hate thinking that a soulmate

Is something I can never obtain

We live on such a vast plane

All my attempts will be in vain

I like to think

That we find our soulmates

That the love we find

Was made by our own two hands

I like the idea that soulmates

Are people we meet

Someone from off the street

We love and we laugh and we cry

I like to think that soulmates

Are bonds that we create

Rather than something like pictures on a wall

Because pictures aren't tangible

But I'd like to think that they are