The soul has much to say
A sense of purpose...
Touch me
My soul, frayed
Fractured spirit,
kiss me again
Steel, muscles
Your eyes refine me
Heart, soft as a diamond
Cling to me...and never let go
Inhaling, promises
Exhaling, gratitude
Carrying you, in my arms
Telling strangers, our story
Kisses, upon your waist
Never said, I was innocent
Dancing to our song,
nocturnal concerto
Emancipation
It's about us
Bravado
Who cares, what the world thinks
Living
Dying
You gave me, a moment in time
Breathing into me, a sense of purpose
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A sense of purpose...
A sense of purpose...
