The Rebel and The Outlaw

The Rebel and The Outlaw,

She was born to run,

He was bred to fight,

Two strangers,

Who found each other on opposite sides of the train tracks,

The talked,

They ventured,

They held,

They embraced,

The outlaw taught her how to fight,

The rebel taught him how to run,

Two strangers…walking alone together,

Company in loneliness,

Company in Happiness,

He smiled as the sun shined upon her face,

She smiled as his eyes gleamed in the night sky,

They shared stories of old and new, black and blue,

Shared scars of then, the forgetful when,

Two strangers walking similar paths but on parallel lines,

Unsure to ever meet,

Until one day… the Outlaw fought… and the Rebel ran,

Left to fight alone, left to run alone,

How they were again,

Alone,

Just one day, maybe… he’d fight his way back to her,

And she’d find her way back to him,

The Rebel and the The Outlaw,

Cursed souls of their traveler trade,

Forever bound to their soul searching adventures,

Never to know what awaits them upon the horizon of both promise and sorrow,

Happiness waiting at the end of their journeys,

Just not knowing when or who,

This is how the story ends,

At least in hopes that one day it can change,

But until then this needs work,