A soul so precious it's aura gold
Yet stained with sadness untold
Broken
Frayed
In life's waves is tossed
Still keeps good spirits
Despite all he has lost
He is rain on a hot summer day
Heart beating underneath shades of grey
Band-aid to cushion wounds no one else seemed to see
Healed with one kiss from him effortlessly
But now he wears armor over his own skin
Preventing new love from seeping in
And I don't think I can break through to his soul
Without ripping a gigantic unmendable hole
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 3:07 AM UTC
A soul so precious it's aura gold
Yet stained with sadness untold
Broken
Frayed
In life's waves is tossed
Still keeps good spirits
Despite all he has lost
He is rain on a hot summer day
Heart beating underneath shades of grey
Band-aid to cushion wounds no one else seemed to see
Healed with one kiss from him effortlessly
But now he wears armor over his own skin
Preventing new love from seeping in
And I don't think I can break through to his soul
Without ripping a gigantic unmendable hole
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