Twisted Soul
Twisted soul ever constantly changing.
Wants to tight hold,
with all it might.
To be the keeper
of your soul.
Misunderstood creature,
curves in features.
It's only the outside,
not the emotions within.
It is too late, time passed her by,
Twisted soul,
so destined to find,
that will not accept defeat.
Glimpse of romance in his emails he writes,
fuels the twisted soul,
sweeps her off her feet.
So many changes
has processed threw,
many years it's taken too,
just to become you.
Copyright © Donna Ahsinger | Year Posted 2018
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