A Wondering Soul Mate

There is a girl with long brown hair. She understands me better then I understand my self. No one knows the pain I feel except for her. I too feel her pain and know her as well. We are each other, a soul mate if you will. I and her have tasted our own blood, and watched our self's bleed, for the soul purpose to bring happiness into our lives, but by the time we where done killing our self's. We had forgotten what it was for and we feel no better or worse, just this pain that never leaves. Always does this pain linger in our hearts and minds. Filling us with such distrust, at times it is hard for us to love one another. I look for the day that I will be able to touch her soft silk skin and look into her lovely brown eyes and smell of her long brown hair. I yearn to feel her near me and it hurts me inside worse then anything I've ever felt before when I realize she is not there. But I hope and pray for the day that she will run into my arms and say I love you so much, and I say I love you too.