There once was a woman
With a tattered up soul
She put her hopes and dreams
Into a small checkered bowl
She sat watching the rain
Pouring down from the sky
She swore to herself
That she would never again cry
For the things of her dreams
Were of little worth to the day
So she made an oath
A little while longer she would stay
YOU ARE READING
An Ode to the Soul
PoetryA collection of poetry that may or may not be an accurate representation of my soul.
