Color me whole.
Color my soul.
It is my goal
To cover up the hole.
I still feel the pull
To go pay my toll.
The Devil's grip is not dull
His appetite is not full.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
My Soul
Color me whole.
Color my soul.
It is my goal
To cover up the hole.
I still feel the pull
To go pay my toll.
The Devil's grip is not dull
His appetite is not full.
