My lake was a soul,
You were the last drop,
Filled me upt to brim,
But why'd you stop?
My soul is a lake,
Did your hands even shake?
Did your voice even break?
When we parted ways.
My soul is a lake,
But the choices you make,
You look like a saint,
But honey you're so tainted.
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Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories
Poetrymidnight silk flows from her head and a stormy sea lies in her eyes magic flows every time she speaks a crimson silence dancing across her lips
