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
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~