Wait.

I long for a soul
Who sees the beautiful mess I am
I long for a soul
Who hears the song in my heart
And sings it back to me
I long for a soul
To grab me by my insides
And shake me to my core
I long for a soul
Who looks at me and sees mortar
I long for a soul
Whose hands burn across my skin
I long for a soul
Who dances by a flame
A soul who looks like magic
And answers to my name
I long for a soul
Who gets drunk off words like wine
I long for a soul
Who wears nothing on their feet
A soul who can stand in silence
And yet somehow they still speak
I long for a soul
Who rambles on topic of gypsy tales
I long for a soul
Who will set me on fire and shower me with rain
I long for a soul
Who radiates with courage
And convictions of the strange
I long for a soul
Who is weird like circus show
I long for a soul
That throbs with passion unmatched
Bewilderment and Damaged
I long for a soul
A soul that looks like me.