My Soul

My soul



My soul cries for love

But only tears reply

My soul cries for attention

But loneliness answers the door

My soul cries for a friend

Only to be ignored

By a stranger

My soul cries for hope

But despair with lies

Deceive the truth

Which blinds hope

My soul cries for warmth

As an arctic freeze

Surrounding my soul

Entices it with the dance of death

My soul defeated

No longer cries

Accepts what it can’t change

Lies still

Waiting to die

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your soul -
cloaked in a skin of scars
wretched and diseased
from years of floating in putrid seas
full of nightmarish memories

exisits
and breaths
dreaming of fantasies
where your head will come to rest
against my breast
and maybe time with love
will release your soul
where you'll fly free
like the ever treasured dove.

~amberkytti~