this must be rehearsal
this must be a rough draft
can't believe you really are like that
said I'll send fire to the roof
let all the walls down for you
lay all the cards out hoping you fold
said it's only selfish if you get caught you're so cold
born in May died in December here comes March I hope you'll remember
Here's my Sol
Here's my Soul
crying little tears of joy
her heart is Sol
I am a survivor of you
I survived you
said we survived a hurricane but not each other
said you'll make me your queen you'll bow down to me
give me your Soul for my Sol
offering up everything you got that be your Soul give her your Soul
this can't be the rehearsal
everyone I feel is a rough draft
you already knew I thought like that
can't take my Sol
can't take my Soul
but here's my body it's already been sold
birth canal and a heart of gold
could never be cold that's why you want my Soul could never take my Sol
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The Grey Area (POETRY)
PoetryWe often feel like we are stuck in the grey area in life. It can be the connections we make , career, decisions in general. This collection is a few poems I wrote over the last year or so. It took a while to finally release this due to life just hap...
