The feelings, emotions,
The adrenaline in your veins, visions in your brain,
The senses that make you feel alive.
Those are the souls.
The skins and the bones beneath them,
Your fingers through her hair,
Your lips on his cheeks,
The warmth of the body as you braced.
Those are the souls.
The truth that you had been hiding,
Fears you had been keeping,
Decisions you made with hesitations.
Those are the souls.
Fame that blinds you,
Power that encourages you,
Titles that give you the visibility,
Confidence, arrogance and hypocrisy.
Those are the souls.
Not only what you have beneath the identities,
Not only what you hold firm as beliefs,
Not only what you look like or what people sees,
Not only these are the souls.
Every single mistake that I had done,
Hundreds of people I had come to know,
All the priceless air that I breathe,
The jokes that made me laughed,
Movies and songs that inspired me.
These are my souls.
These are the things that made you a human.
These are the elements.
These are the reasons.
These are the souls.
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Lana
PoetryLife. Musically. Poetically. The melody and the rythm are like the sky and the clouds. The words and the lyrics are like the air and the breeze. Living a reality like a Lana Del Rey's song.
