Kacie B. Sharpe

Poetry, short prose, & general musings.

Soulmates because we decided it.

No fairy dust or magic tricks.

We wrestle love to the ground

Our Covenant over our comfort.

We cultivate the butterflies

Instead of expecting them.

Eternity is a thing we understand

It’s wrapped our fourth fingers

A statement against the world

And it’s fledgling definition of love.

It is supposed to be some days

Not meant to be others

None of it matters

Because we choose it today.

Tomorrow.

Forever.