"What Title Can You Call Your Soul?" There's a piece of you inside so many people Where it rests and what shape it forms is a challenge unto itself Sometimes we try, too hard perhaps, to guide it where we wish Molding something not fully ours But all the longing you can muster won't hold a candle to the futility of hope Just sitting alone in the rain Water drips across your nose, beads upon your breast Eyes closed, but can still see the stars The soaken solitude feeds none but silence The things you learn in the damp October air That drift into thought on a careless summer wind Tired of seeing nature Worn down, wishing that smile was cast to more than just a tree Seeing your reflection in the stones beneath the pond Disappearing in a ripple, never to surface again Words that take shape, but have no form Bored with loneliness You cast aside your sentiment, and feed upon the sorrow What solace can it bring when you shield away the sun? Afraid of being burned, yet its always cloudy What utterance you can breathe, that's not taken breath before? No new words to speak, no truth to be uncovered I find myself repeating As the days drift on, just going through the motions Can't take a step forward when you don't know where you're going The blind path works for some, the rest left stranded in the void I lean back, hear the creaking Every movement makes a sound Except my voice... Things you learn at night on the roof You give the sky your love and it sends back service fees When all you want in your reflection to reappear Words to take form Just need to cure the loneliness The times you take that tired vow Lights flashing for no reason Stream of consciousness can wrap around a thought, but never fight its way in Sick of lying here in solitude Gave up on whoring my care for free You need my comforting soul? How about something back for me A word, a touch, perhaps a kiss? I'm here, always, and I've earned it Please...Birth sign: Leo
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