Soul Mates
Broken souls
To parting souls
Hide in a deep blackened hole
Sold your soul to the devil years ago
Can't move with the flow
Throw in the towl
While having a conversation with a wise owl
Fowl breath
Will be the death of me
Minds racing
Busy as a bee
Will your next life be stuck as a tree?
Than you'll finally be free
And see the light
Under the floor
While walking through a frame less door
Copyright © Miya Fontaine | Year Posted 2014
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