I may have loved the moon a little too much
That I've feared the light of the golden sun,
thinking hell would rather be pleased to touch
my sinful soul and burn 'till left was none
I may have loved the sky a little too much
That I've forgotten the beauty of the ocean
from wishing the falling stars to catch
my tears when I can't hold my emotions
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Poetry of the Soul
PoezjaOur soul is like an ocean full of deep secrets, hidden fears, demons, and angels lurking at the depth of our being. If eyes are the window of the soul, then where would be the door? ------------------- Collection of poems, words left unsaid, words...
