mysoul
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Wow, he walks in the door,
My heart flutters as he give me our daily kiss,
He smells like safety and security,
His smell is one of the things I love most about him,
He has no idea how much I love him,
Mercy
The choice was swift and all my own,
Desire neglect’d, still apparent.
Mist at once shrouded my judgement,
My bearings vanished, sight was gone.
Body.
I have a body.
and organs.
Bones.
Muscles.
Blood.
But where does my soul fit?
Where is its dwelling place?
Poems.
It’s in my poems.
I write to let my soul live.
