release the soul when the birds burn, little girl cries in the middle of the forest while its raining blood at her finger tips , tasting the spirit of another insensitive rose , where did my soul go? , Into the stars i hope, or into the ground i hope, strangle me with me happiness , until i say let go , ill be out of my body ... you was the last to know , now i am in yours , Now i am the last to know, now we both hug for letting go
Copyright © davontay harris | Year Posted 2018
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